Mouse. I really do!” It was Saturday morning. Chester and Tucker and several of the other animals were sitting on the hill watching Ellen and the little kids picket. The children had gotten up just as early today as they had yesterday, and right after breakfast they were out on the Hadleys’ lawn, marching around in the same circle. “Please come, Mr. Mouse.” Henry Chipmunk was talking. “I’ve been asking you and Mr. Cat to come and visit me and Emily at our house all summer long. And by next week we won’t have any house! It’s really very interesting, where we live. You’ll enjoy it!” A forlorn expression came over the chipmunk’s face. “And if you don’t come, Emily’s going to think you don’t like us.” Harry Cat had come over to join his friends. “Come on, Tucker,” he said. “We can’t have Emily thinking that.” “All right.” Tucker sighed. He could not take his eyes off the marching children. “But I wish there was some way I could help those kids.
