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Updated: May 31, 2025
Nimble-toes Field-mouse trotted briskly along the dark subway and up the steep attic stairway in Mr. Giant's house. He had travelled a long way from his woodland home and it was getting late. The door of the cosy attic where Cousin Graymouse lived was ajar. Nimble-toes paused to get his breath and peep in at the busy, happy family.
He was a sweet singer and now he is going to sing us a song. Wake up, Buster Boy, and give us a right good tune." Buster blinked sleepily. "It is rather warm in this chimney corner," excused Mother Graymouse. "Now, Buster, sing your newest song for Uncle Squeaky; that's a good child." Buster rubbed his sleepy eyes and began: "Cheese oh! Merry oh! Apple pie and cream; Cheese oh! Merry oh!
Mother Graymouse sighed and wiped a tear away with her handkerchief. The five little mice tiptoed to their places at the table very quietly, for Limpy-toes had rocked Baby Squealer to sleep at last. They ate their supper in silence. Only Tiny and Teenty whispered and giggled softly to each other. Suddenly there was a great scrambling and scratching outside.
The five little mice looked dismayed. "What is the trouble now, Mammy?" asked Silver Ears, sadly. "We thought you would be glad. Just see this candy bag. Won't it make a nice shopping bag for you if we make it smaller?" Mother Graymouse wiped her eyes. "And so I am glad, my dear Silvy," she smiled. "Did ever a poor widow mouse have such good, helpful children? When I'm sad, I cry.
Grand-daddy set the cedar tree in one corner where it looked very grand. Uncle Squeaky slipped into the Giant's pantry one evening, when his keen nose smelled pop-corn, and came back with a load of the fluffy white stuff. "Get your needles, children," called Mother Graymouse, "and we will string some pop-corn for the tree."
"And a great comfort he is, to be sure," put in Mother Graymouse heartily. "And there was a pretty daughter who loved bright ribbons and spent quite a good deal of time dancing before the looking-glass. But she was good-natured and helpful, with all her gay ways and dainty habits, and every one who knew her loved her." "Silver Ears, of course!" shouted the others.
She slipped safely through to the other side and Tom went angrily back to the empty bed, switching his long tail. He had to be content with a piece of cold chicken for his dinner that day. Silver Ears ran sobbing to Mammy. "My dear child," said Mother Graymouse, "you are all of a quiver. And your poor little back is bleeding!"
He watched the five sober little faces as they sat upon their red-painted stools with their paws folded primly in their laps. Then he winked slyly at Mother Graymouse. "Oh, well, if you are going to feel as bad as all that, perhaps I might manage to tell you one more story," he chuckled. "But I think Silver Ears will hardly call it exciting.
Giant's garden, and a bucket of fish which Scamper and Limpy-toes had caught and Uncle Squeaky had salted. "Ah, it is good to have a plenty!" sighed Granny. "Last winter we wondered how we should get our supply of fruit and vegetables. Now we have 'em all stored up. Surely we shall soon start for our dear attic home." "It is lovely by the Lake," said Mother Graymouse.
"Well, they must be very dirty children," decided Mother Graymouse. "A bath every morning! I'd be ashamed if my children could not keep clean longer than that. Ruth Giant isn't a bit cleaner, sweeter, nor daintier than my pretty Silver Ears, if I do say so, as shouldn't." "I'm not a thief either, Mammy," sobbed Silver Ears.
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