She seized a broom and tried to dash it violently against the mouse but the broom was on fire at once, blazed up and burned her hands; she threw it quickly to the floor and pushed it into the chimney with her foot, lest it should set fire to the house. Then seizing a kettle which was boiling on the fire, she emptied it upon the mouse but the boiling water was changed into good fresh milk and the mouse commenced drinking it, saying:—
"How exceedingly amiable you are, Rosalie! Not content with having released me from captivity, you give me an excellent breakfast."
Poor Rosalie now began to weep bitterly. She was utterly at a loss what to do, when she heard her father entering.
"My father!" cried she, "my father! Oh! cruel mouse, I beseech you in pity to go away that my father may not see you!"
"No, I shall not go but I will hide myself behind your heels until your father knows of your disobedience."
The mouse had scarcely concealed herself behind Rosalie, when Prudent entered. He looked at Rosalie, whose paleness and embarrassed air betrayed her fear.
"Rosalie," said Prudent, with a trembling voice, "I for got the key of the little garden-house; have you found it?"
"Here it is, father," said Rosalie, presenting it to him, and coloring deeply.
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