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"You will put your noses in a dark corner instead of eating supper, if you interrupt again," warned Uncle Squeaky, scowling at his excited twins. "Are there many sick ones?" asked Grand-daddy. "Squire Cricket has a sore throat, Lady Spider is ailing, and almost everyone is sneezing," replied Nimble-toes. "They really need you, Grand-daddy," advised Aunt Belindy Squeaky.
Baby Squealer got lost, Wiggle 'most got drowned, Limpy-toes came near burning to death, and the barn burned to the ground. If you listen to me, Zenas Whiskers, you'll tell Pa Field-Mouse and his neighbors that you cannot be their doctor. Let us stay safely in our attic where there is nothing to harm us." Grand-daddy looked sadly disappointed.
"How shall I know when to give him the pills, doctor?" asked Dinah. Grand-daddy scratched his head. He did not wish to lend his watch. "It takes half an hour to trot from here to Polly-Wog Bridge and back," he decided. "Send a little Skunk to the bridge and give Simon two pills every time the little Skunk gets home. It will keep that little Skunk out of mischief who set the fire.
The heavy furniture cart was pulled down the last hill and stopped at the door of Gray Rock Bungalow. Grand-daddy held up his paw and hushed the merry chatter of the travellers. "Listen!" he cried. "Do not unload my belongings. These kind woodfolk have made me a splendid house right at the center of their village. I want Limpy-toes to be my helper and stay with me.
It sounded like the old grand-daddy of all shells. We fancied we could sense its direction; possibly that was imagination. But anyway we looked toward the German lines and realized Henry's grave danger. And then it struck whanged with an awful roar about seventy-five feet from us, against the bare trunk of a shell-stripped tree. We knew without looking that the shell had hit the tree.
Come and stay with me until morning." So Uncle Wiggily went back to the giant's house, and the next day quite a surprising adventure occurred to him, and in case the gasoline in my motorboat doesn't wash all the paint off my red necktie I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Grand-daddy Longlegs.
"I threw mine away after the hired man set the barn afire with a spark from his pipe. I'll try to find a hornet's nest and maybe I can borrow a pipe from Daddy Longlegs. Now take these pills and start young Skunk to trotting. Good-day to you, Simon. I hope you'll feel better soon. "I'll have the kiddies hunt for a hornet's nest," planned Grand-daddy. Buster, Wink, and Wiggle met him by the pond.
But it's a big risk to leave our cosy attic home and travel amid dangers." "We will go, Granny," decided Grand-daddy. "I promise you solemnly that Hezekiah and I will take good care of our big family and bring you all back, safe and sound, before snow flies." Granny still looked worried. "Ah well, Zenas, we shall see! Ah yes, we shall see!" she sighed as she sipped her tea.
Limpy-toes pushed in the key and began to wind the stiff spring. "See if you can turn it any more, Grand-daddy. Perhaps your paws are stronger than mine." Grand-daddy gave it several twists. Then Limpy-toes hopped upon the seat and grasped the wheel. "All aboard for Pond Lily Lake!" he called gaily. Grand-daddy and Buster scrambled in.
"Oh, I think the hay loft is nicer than our attic home, after all," laughed Silver Ears. "So it is," agreed Limpy-toes. "Because we are all living together," said Dot. "I think we have nicer things to eat," drawled Buster. "And we love to play with Wink and Wiggle," lisped Tiny. "Yes, my children, it is indeed a Merry Christmas this year," said Grand-daddy.
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