as neatly as the neatest of all tin soldiers.

"Will you be so good as to seat yourself in your mamma's thimble,"

said the little mouse, "that I may have the pleasure of drawing you to

"Will you really take so much trouble, young lady?" said

Hjalmar. And so in this way he rode to the mouse's wedding.

First they went under the floor, and then passed through a long

passage, which was scarcely high enough to allow the thimble to

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