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Perhaps I may meet him." Mother Graymouse went home somewhat comforted and laden with a pocketful of good things which Granny sent the children from the pantry shelves. Grand-daddy Whiskers and Uncle Squeaky searched all that evening, flashing their lanterns into every dark corner, but at midnight they had to tell Mother Graymouse that no trace of Limpy-toes was to be found.
They are great people, them Grants. I saw in the newspaper yesterday that young Mr. Augustus Grant had been appointed an attache to the American legation at Paris; the newspapers say he is a rising man." "Well, he ought to be," rejoined Mrs. Ellis, "for his old grand-daddy made yeast enough to raise the whole family. Many a pennyworth has he sold me. Laws! how the poor old folk do get up!
"The third little fellow resembled his Grand-daddy Whiskers," continued Uncle Squeaky. "He was fat as a butter ball, so he could not squeeze through holes to hunt for food with the others. He ate so many goodies that he was too tired to do much work, so he had to sit on his little red stool most of the time. But he could sometimes sing the baby to sleep, which was a great blessing.
Uncle Squeaky hopped nimbly up and played such a jolly tune upon his fiddle that they all joined paws and danced in a circle about him. "Enough! enough, Hezekiah!" panted Grand-daddy at last. "We must rest if we expect to build a bungalow tomorrow. I shall not be Dr. Whiskers, but just a good neighbor mouse tomorrow. I reckon my patients can wait while I have one vacation day.
And what a beauty she was, come now, tell the truth and don't be envious! The proud owner spoke of his creation much as a grand-daddy sizes up a new baby in his son's family. "The timber? Well, did you ever see solider beams than hers! And look at the finish on that mast! Not a cross grain to it from deck to point! A bit thick amidships! But I wanted her like that handles rough water better.
He made dust fly in other folks' eyes, a-hustling and a-bustling about until he hardly knew if he was on his head or his heels." They all shouted as Uncle Squeaky pranced about the room, his coat tails flying out straight behind him. "I've always believed in being moderate. Neither too fast nor too slow," finished Grand-daddy. "Do stop being such a clown, Hezekiah," scolded Aunt Squeaky.
He said he'd get through this world soon enough if he went slowly." Uncle Squeaky hopped up. "And so, kiddies," he chuckled, "he went poking along like this. He drawled and he droned and was always an hour behind time. Finally the old sleepy-head laid down and died." "Just so, Hezekiah," nodded Grand-daddy. The kiddies laughed at Uncle Squeaky's droll antics.
She hurried to find some lint and cobwebs in the dark, unswept corners of the attic. "Do not be frightened, Silvy. Mammy will fix you up as good as new. Run down to Grand-daddy, Limpy-toes, and fetch a pinch of cure-all salve. By to-morrow, your scratch will be all well, Silvy dear." "Oh, such a fright!" gasped Silver Ears. "I don't wish to be Ruth Giant's pet any more.
"If I remember aright, that fly came to grief in Lady Spider's parlor. Better watch out, Dr. Grand-daddy." "Don't worry, Hezekiah, and good-day to you, for I must be on my way. I will keep out of Lady Spider's parlor." Dr. Whiskers rapped upon Sir Spider's door. Lady Spider opened it. "Will you walk into my parlor, Dr.
"I'll love to come if Doctor Grand-daddy doesn't find any patients for me to nurse," agreed Silver Ears. "Let's ask Limpy-toes to take us over to Gray Rock Bungalow in the automobile tonight. Mammy and Aunt Squeaky will wish to hear about your school." "I must ask Pa Squeaky to fetch his fiddle and teach the kiddies some new music. Mrs.
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