you're not careful!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>XXII</h2>
<h3>A BREAKFAST INVITATION</h3>
<p>For a moment or two Benny Badger
looked at the deer mouse without saying a
word. He told himself that here was a
country person who couldn't ever have
travelled much, or he would have known
better than to make such a remark....
Spoil the whole neighborhood indeed!...
Benny's lip twisted up in something
like a sneer.</p>
<p>"Don't you worry!" he snorted. "I
don't believe you ever saw a first-class
digger before. I'm not going to spoil
the neighborhood. I'm <i>improving</i> it.
I'm making a fine house here—prob<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span>ably
the finest there is for miles around."</p>
<p>The deer mouse appeared ashamed. Of
course he didn't like to seem stupid.</p>
<p>"But why do you dig in so many
places?" he faltered.</p>
<p>"That's my way," Benny Badger told
him. "As soon as I get one den well started
I think I'd rather live somewhere else.
But I don't mind beginning again because
there's no better exercise than digging."</p>
<p>"No doubt!" the deer mouse agreed.
"But I'm sure it would be much too
violent for me."</p>
<p>He said no more, but looked on with a
puzzled air until at last Benny Badger
had actually dug in one place long enough
to make a deep den.</p>
<p>When it was quite finished Benny Badger
brushed the dirt off himself and
turned to Mr. Deer Mouse.</p>
<p>"Come inside and see if my new house<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</SPAN></span>
isn't the finest one you ever saw!" he said.</p>
<p>For some reason Mr. Deer Mouse did
not seem eager to enter. To be sure, he
thanked Benny for the invitation, but he
backed away a few steps and said that he
thought he'd better not look at the new
house that morning. "I—I haven't the
time to spare," he mumbled.</p>
<p>Benny Badger couldn't understand that
remark. The white-footed gentleman had
had plenty of time to spend while watching
him dig the den. And Benny said as
much, too.</p>
<p>"That's exactly the point," said the deer
mouse. "I've spent so much time already
that I've used it all up."</p>
<p>Well, Benny Badger couldn't understand
that either.</p>
<p>"Used up all the time!" he cried scornfully.
"Isn't there plenty more where the
other time came from?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Oh, to be sure—to be sure!" said the
deer mouse, who seemed ready to agree to
anything—except to Benny's invitation.
"But there is another reason why I
mustn't visit your new home this morning:
I'm hungry. I haven't had my breakfast
yet."</p>
<p>Suddenly Benny Badger remembered
that he was hungry himself.</p>
<p>And as he stared at plump Mr. Deer
Mouse a certain idea came into his head.
And he looked Mr. Deer up and
down before he spoke.</p>
<p>"I haven't had my breakfast either,"
he said at last. "I'm ready for a good
meal. Come right in and join me!"</p>
<p>But something made Mr. Deer Mouse
say, "No, thank you!" <i>Joining a badger
at breakfast!</i> Somehow that had a dangerous
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