Tag: hospitality, mothers

Oh!” said Moominmamma with a start, “I believe those were mice disappearing into the cellar. Sniff, run down with a little milk for them.” Then she caught sight of the suitcase which stood by the steps. “Luggage too,” thought Moominmamma. “Dear me — then they’ve come to stay.” And she went off to look for Moominpappa to ask him to put up two more beds — very, very small ones.