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Updated: June 20, 2025
"It doesn't seem possible that we shall be back in our attic tomorrow night," said Dot. "I thought we'd be there long ago," sighed Granny. "Your Grand-daddy is getting slow in his old age." "Not slow, Granny, just moderate," corrected Grand-daddy. "Which reminds me of two mice I once knew. One mouse never would hurry. Ah, he was slow!
Grand-daddy Whiskers came puffing up to the attic with a pan of warm biscuits under his arm. Mother Graymouse looked relieved, for Grand-daddy was quite a doctor. "What shall I do for the poor child, Grand-daddy?" she asked. "What has he been eating?" was Grand-daddy's first question as he bent over Buster's bed.
"I have the hornet's nest. Isn't it big? We had a fight with the hornets. I ran away, but Buster and Wink are chuck full of stingers. They want you to come quick. Buster is howling real loud." Dr. Grand-daddy trotted along the pine-needle path. "Oh, Grand-daddy, those hornets were full of hot prickers!" sobbed Buster. "Wait a bit, kiddies," he called.
So the seven little patchwork sewers climbed into Limpy-toes' wonderful automobile. "Be careful of that bandage, Teenty," warned Dr. Grand-daddy. "I don't want you to bleed any more." Away they whizzed; along the blue Lakeside, by Polly-Wog Bridge, through the Pine Grove, and up Laurel Lane, only stopping now and then while Limpy-toes twisted up the spring and the kiddies gathered wild flowers.
Perhaps Limpy-toes will make us a sled and some skates." "Don't worry, Granny," said Mother Gray-mouse cheerily. "Grand-daddy and Hezekiah will take care of us. After the storm, they can tramp to the store on the frozen crust and fetch some cheese, matches and sugar. By-and-by, the ground will be bare and they can pull our furniture cart home. Debbie likes winter in the country.
Pond Lily Lake until snow flies ah, but it's a great country down there!" "I'm a-thinking if I do much doctoring and we fetch greedy Buster, little Squealer, and those mischievous twinnies of yours home safe and sound, that it will not be all vacation fun between now and snow-time," said Grand-daddy. "Better tuck the kiddies into the blankets early, Hezekiah.
The automobile made a dash through the chrysanthemum bushes into the driveway. On and on they sped, past the new barn, by the poultry houses and the sweet apple tree. Grand-daddy pulled his cap closer. "Ah!" cried Buster, "this is fun. But is it running away, Limpy-toes?" "Oh, no, I am steering it and can stop any minute," answered Limpy-toes. "A wonderful invention," praised Grand-daddy.
"All alone! What! don't you count your old grand-daddy? Surely you are not a very polite youngster, even if you did save me from burning to death." "Count you?" repeated the boy, surprised. "Why, surely you can't help me to earn a living?" "Why not, boy? Is this an age when old men are good for nothing?" "But, sir, you are only the spirit of my grandfather, and spirits cannot work!"
I'm going to cut off my tail." "Oh, you daresn't, Teenty Graymouse!" they cried in a shrill admiring chorus. "You watch. Come back here, Tiny; you shall not tell tales to Mammy. One, two, three snip!" Off flew the long slender end of Teenty's tail. "Oh! oh! Get Dr. Grand-daddy!" cried Teenty, quite scared by the blood and pain. Grand-daddy rushed over.
But at last, Granny wrapped herself in her plaid shawl, slipped a bottle of castor oil and another of vinegar into her skirt pocket, and said good-by to her pantry home. Uncle Squeaky, with his precious fiddle tucked under his arm, joined her and Grand-daddy. Then followed Mother Graymouse and her little brood, with Aunt Squeaky and the cousins. But the next week was Thanksgiving.
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