A nervous, mousy little man opened the door and peered up at them.

Hazel picked out a mousy little man, the sort who is always elected treasurer of any organization he belongs to.

I mean, how could two such formidable women care for a mousy little man like that?

The Feldwebel pointed to the entrance to the station and the mousy man signed to me to pick up the case.

A civilian came up to the mousy man and asked him a question.

There was a small space between me and them but the mousy man and the suitcase had disappeared.

The mousy man reappeared struggling with his suitcase and sat down on it again.

There were big crowds on the station and the Feldwebel and the mousy man kept very close to me.

On the walk from the village station to the camp itself the mousy man finally collapsed.

A mousy little man discovers a unicorn in his garden.