Chapter 26

"And," concluded David, his chin resting on little Mary's chestnut brown head, "the mouse _skittered_ back through the hole in the wall and into his nest. 'My dear,' said he to his wife, when he had got his breath, '_never_ go out into the dining room when that rat-terrier they call Binks is there--nor let the children.'" Mary shivered deliciously. "Nevva," she repeated, with determination. "No, indeed--they mustn't." "Mr. David," questioned George--George was the questioner of the group--"can a mouse breathe?" Joh…