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Next day, Silver Ears discovered that all three of the holes into the play-room had been stuffed with yellow soap. "The nasty tasting stuff!" she scolded. "How can we ever get it out? If we chew new holes, I suppose they will be stuffed, too." When Mother Graymouse called upon Granny Whiskers, she found her in great trouble. "The cookies are shut tight in pails. The cheese and meat are covered.
Limpy-toes and Buster rode around the village in the automobile and invited the children to come to Miss Squeaky's school. Limpy-toes got quite angry with Grandpa Bull Frog. "He was ever so impolite, Mammy," he complained. "He said he'd never send his family to a Graymouse school.
I didn't go in, Mammy, truly I didn't. Teenty and I were peeping through the littlest hole." When Mother Graymouse had gone, Silver Ears was eager for another adventure. "We need that nice new spool of thread," she argued, "and I mean to get it. No, Buster, you are too fat to run fast, and Limpy-toes is lame. I shall not let the twins venture, for old Tom is often in the play-room.
"It will, indeed," agreed Mother Graymouse, "so I think, Buster, that you may as well start right now to help me pack. There's my rocking chair, Squealer's cradle and high-chair, all your little beds and stools, besides my dishes, it makes me weary just to think of it." "We must not forget our needles and thread," said Silver Ears.
I think the burrs have cracked open, Buster," grinned Uncle Squeaky. "I like to roast chestnuts in the winter," lisped Tiny. "I like to roast chestnuts," echoed Teenty, "and I like to pop corn." "Those wild grapes you fetched home made delicious jelly," said Mother Graymouse. "There are red berries dangling from a prickly bush. Shall I fetch some home, Mammy?" "Barberries," guessed Granny.
Jimmy sauntered on slowly toward the door of the tent. There were a great many benches inside, but it was not time yet for the audience to arrive. Uncle James and Katharine and Edith were on the stage, and Aunt Vi was adding a few touches to Edith's dress. "O dear," said Grandmamma Graymouse, "I hope I shan't forget my part. Tell me, Uncle James, do I look old enough?"
Uncle Squeaky sometimes took them for a sail upon Pond Lily Lake; they fished from Polly-Wog Bridge and went splashing about in the water dressed in their bathing-suits. Then there were merry parties of berry pickers who spent the day in the shady woods picking blueberries and raspberries for Mother Graymouse and Aunt Squeaky to preserve.
At last every stick of the pretty colored candy was pushed through into the Graymouse side of the attic. Teenty frisked through and Silver Ears danced after her, with the candy bag rolled in a little bundle under one arm. When Mother Graymouse came home just at dusk, after a delightful visit with Aunt Squeaky and all the little Cousin Squeakies, a fine surprise awaited her.
We wish to be civilized. We miss Uncle Squeaky's band. Please come to Pond Lily Lake and help us." "We'll come, all right, Nimble-toes," interrupted Wiggle. "We'll surely come," promised Wink. "Hurrah for another summer at Pond Lily Lake!" "Hush! hush!" cried Mother Graymouse.
Please bring a needle and thread and mend it for me, Silvy." "There is no thread, Mammy. I used the last needleful yesterday sewing patchwork." "Dear me, I shall have to get some," sighed Mother Graymouse. "I have a whole paper of needles, but they are useless without thread." "I saw Ruth Giant making a doll's dress in the play-room," lisped Tiny, "and she had a nice, new spool of white cotton.
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