Chapter III
The Chum
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O you want to take one of them in your hand?" asked Aunt Beth, when the mice had finished the bit of cheese.
"Oh, may I?" cried Cheery; "I'd love to!"
So Aunt Beth reached into the box and softly put her hand over the first Mr. Mouse and lifted him out and put him into Cheery's eager palm.
Cheery laid her other hand over him so that just his little pink nose could poke out between her thumbs, and then she held her hands up to peep at him. "Oh, look!" she cried; "he's in church!"
"In church? What do you mean?" asked Aunt Beth.
"Why, don't you know—
