late Mr. Fox, so that the cat had to send them all away. At
last came a young fox. And Mrs. Fox inquired whether he
had red breeches and a sharp nose,
‘Yes, he. has,” said the cat.
“Then I will have him,” said Mrs. Fox, and bade the cat
make ready the wedding-feast.
“* Now, cat, sweep the parlours and bustle about,
And open the window, turn Mr. Fox out ;
Then, if you’ve a fancy for anything nice,
Just manage to catch for yourself a few mice,
You may eat them alone,
I do not want one.”
So she was married to young Master Fox with much
dancing and rejoicing, and for anything I have heard to the
contrary, they may be dancing still.