drive under, and the whole passage was lit up with the

phosphorescent light of rotten wood.

"Does it not smell delicious?" asked the mouse, as she drew him

along. "The wall and the floor have been smeared with bacon-rind;

Very soon they arrived at the bridal hall. On the right stood

all the little lady-mice, whispering and giggling, as if they were

making game of each other. To the left were the gentlemen-mice,

stroking their whiskers with their fore-paws; and in the centre of the