It was full of old dry hay, very warmy and cozy.

And the hay, as the Little Sly One observed at once, was full of mice.
"She pounced on one at once and ate it.

Decidedly, this was the place for her.

She curled herself up in the warm hay and went to sleep without fear of any enemies coming to disturb her." "But what would she do when the lumbermen came back ?" demanded the Babe anxiously.
"By _that_ time," answered Uncle Andy, putting away his pipe and rising to go, "she would no longer be the _Little_ Sly One! She'd be big enough to take care of herself--and run away as soon as she heard them coming.".