llar steps.

Mr. Squeaky was so frightened that he almost tumbled down the stairs.

"Oh, my dear," he whispered, "they are going to break up our house with
a big hammer and a saw, and make a dolls' house out of it! Let's run as
fast as we can!"

Poor little Mrs. Squeaky began to cry.

"Where shall we go?" she whispered. "Oh, I am so afraid, and there are
always those dreadful traps around to catch us!"

But they ran as fast as they could to the darkest corner. Mrs. Squeaky's
sharp little eyes saw a hole, and she ran into it, and Mr. Squeaky
squeezed in after her.

Now where do you think they found themselves? Right inside of an old
shoe! The hole that they came through was just a hole in the shoe and
made a nice little door. And there was another hole a little higher up
that made a nice little window to peep out of.

"Why, this is the dearest little house, so cozy and warm," Mrs. Squeaky
said. "Nobody will ever find us in here, I know."

After they lived there a while, a whole family of little pink baby mice
came to live with them. The papa mouse and the mama mouse were so proud
and so glad, they got little bits of cotton and soft paper and rags, and
made the nicest little beds you ever saw.

The little pink baby mice could only say, "Squeak! Squeak!" and cuddle
up under the warm covers, but Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky laughed, and thought
they were the smartest babies in the whole world.

"Why, I feel like 'The Old Woman Who Lived in the Shoe and had so many
children she didn't know what to do,'" Mrs. Squeaky said one day. She
was sitting by the little window rocking the baby mouse and taking a
little rest.

Mr. Squeaky had gone out to hunt for some supper, and the four other
little mice were peeping out of the little hole in the toe of their shoe
house, for Papa to come home.

All at once, Maggie, the little girl who lived up-stairs, ran into the
dark corner to hide from Johnnie, just for fun. And what do you think
she saw?

The four little mice peeping out of the door, and the poor, frightened
mama mouse and the little baby at the window.

Maggie stopped just a minute to whisper gently to little, gray Mrs.
Squeaky, "Don't be frightened, 'Little Old Woman Who Lives in the Shoe.'
I'll never, never tell anybody where you live. No, I won't even tell
Johnnie or my kitty. They might try to catch you. It shall be my VERY
OWN SECRET--and yours!"

So nobody but little Maggie ever knew about Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky, a