Mouse goes everywhere. Through rich men’s houses she creeps, and she visits even the poorest. At night, with her bright little eyes, she watches the doing of secret things, and no treasure chamber is so safe but she can tunnel through and see what is hidden there.

In olden days she wove a story child from all that she saw, and to each of these she gave a gown of a different colour – white, red, blue, or black. The stories became her children and lived in her house and served her because she had no children of her own.

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