The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse

    "How do you do, Mr. Jackson？ Deary me, you have got very wet!"

    "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! I'll sit awhile and dry myself," said Mr. Jackson.

    He sat and smiled, and the water dripped off his coat tails. Mrs. Tittlemouse went round with a mop.

    Once upon a time, there was a wood-mouse, and her name was Mrs. Tittlemouse.

She lived in a bank under a hedge. Her house had yards and yards of sandy passages, leading to storerooms and nutcellars and seed-cellars, all amongst the roots of the hedge. She was a really tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors. But she got upset because many creatures, such as a beetle, a ladybird, and a spider came into her house without any invitation. Mrs. Tittlemouse didn't like her house getting messy. One day, someone new visited her house.

What will happen to Mrs. Tittlemouse?