found that Danny Meadow Mouse really wasn't going to cry,
they stopped teasing and invited him to come play with them in the long
meadow grass. Such a good frolic as they did have! When it was over
Danny Meadow Mouse once more sat down on his doorstep to rest.

Hopping and skipping back up the Lone Little Path came Striped
Chipmunk. When he saw Danny Meadow Mouse he stuck his tongue in his
cheek and cried:

"Cry-baby Danny
Never'll be a manny!
Run to mamma, Danny dear,
And she will wipe away your tear!"

Instead of crying Danny Meadow Mouse began to laugh. Striped Chipmunk
stopped and took his tongue out of his cheek. Then he began to laugh
too.

"Do you want me to play with you?" asked Striped Chipmunk, suddenly.

Of course Danny did, and soon they were having the merriest kind of a
game of hide and seek. Right in the midst of it Danny Meadow Mouse
caught his left foot in a root and twisted his ankle. My, how it did
hurt! In spite of himself tears did come into his eyes. But he winked
them back and bravely began to laugh.

Striped Chipmunk helped him back to his doorstep and cut funny capers
while Mother Meadow Mouse bound up the hurt foot, and all the time
Danny Meadow Mouse laughed until pretty soon he forgot that his foot
ached at all.

When Peter Rabbit came jumping along up the Lone Little Path he began
to shout as soon as he saw Danny Meadow Mouse:

"Cry, Danny, cry!
Mammy'll whip you by and by!
Then we'll all come 'round to see
How big a baby you can be.
Cry, Danny, cry!"

But Danny didn't cry. My, no! He laughed instead. Peter Rabbit was
so surprised that he stopped to see what had come over Danny Meadow
Mouse. When he saw the bandaged foot and heard how Danny had twisted
his ankle Peter Rabbit sat right down on the doorstep beside Danny
Meadow Mouse and told him how sorry he was, for happy-go-lucky Peter
Rabbit is very tender-hearted. Then he told Danny all about the
wonderful things he had seen in his travels, and of all the scrapes he
had gotten into. When Peter Rabbit finally started off home Danny
Meadow Mouse still sat on his doorstep. But no longer was he lonely.
He watched Old Mother West Wind trying to gather her Merry Little
Breezes into her big bag to take to their home behind the Purple Hills,
and he laughed right out when he saw her catch the last mischievous
Little Breeze and tumble him, heels over head, in with the others.

"Old Mr. Toad was ri