When Mrs. Field Mouse moved from her home in Farmer Green's meadow to the more fashionable neighborhood near the gristmill, she had no idea that anyone would care to live in the little old house that she had left.So she was much surprised, the following summer, when she heard that a new family was occupying her former home."If it's a small family they'll get along well enough," she remarked to Aunt Polly Woodchuck, who had told her the news."Small!" Aunt Polly exclaimed, lifting both her hands (with the black mitts on them) high in the air. "They say it's a dreadful big family-at least two hundred of 'em, so I've been told."Well, for a moment Mrs. Field Mouse couldn't say a word, she was so astonished. Then she managed to gasp: