She came at last to the door of a field-mouse, who had a little den under the
corn-stubble. There dwelt the field-mouse in warmth and comfort, with a whole
roomful of corn, a kitchen, and a beautiful dining room. Poor little Tiny stood
before the door just like a little beggar-girl, and begged for a small piece of
barley-corn, for she had been without a morsel to eat for two days.
