What the Fourth Mouse, Who Spoke Before
the Third, Had to Tell"I started off at once to the largest town," said she,
"but the name of it has escaped me. I have a very bad memory for
names. I was carried from the railway, with some forfeited goods,
to the jail, and on arriving I made my escape, and ran into the
house of the turnkey. The turnkey was speaking of his prisoners,
especially of one who had uttered thoughtless words. These words
had given rise to other words, and at length they were written down
and registered: 'The whole affair is like making soup of sausage
skewers,' said he, 'but the soup may cost him his neck.'
"Now this raised in me an interest for the prisoner,"
continued the little mouse, "and I watched my opportunity, and
slipped into his apartment, for there i
