She refused to nurse them any more.

Then she turned them all out of the burrow.

When they came presently scurrying back again, hoping it was all an unhappy joke, she nipped them most unfeelingly.

Their father snored.

There was no help in that quarter.
They scurried dejectedly forth again.
"Outside, in the short pasture grass and scattered ox-eye daisies, they looked at each other suspiciously, and each felt that somehow it was the other fellow's fault.