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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Every Saturday night, the whole six of you," agreed Mother Graymouse wagging her head proudly. "And what could a body ask more of a neat mother mouse with a big family?" "The Giants have a bath every morning," said Limpy-toes. "Granny Whiskers says so, and of course Granny knows." "A bath every morning!" cried Silver Ears. "Just think of that." "Just imagine it!" drawled Buster.
Pa Field-Mouse was away from home. I snatched Baby Wee and saved him. But oh, my dear Betsey, of all my ten children, Wee and Nimble-toes were the only ones to escape. Sniff! sniff! sniff!" "Sniff! sniff!" cried Mother Graymouse. "Well, we mice must make the best of things," added Mrs. Field-Mouse more cheerfully. "Our new home is snug and sheltered and not nearly as damp as the old one.
It was piled high with furniture, boxes of food and clothing, and all sorts of supplies. Dot and Silver Ears had rummaged in Mrs. Giant's trunk and chosen pretty pieces of cloth from which they could make dainty summer gowns. Aunt Squeaky and Mother Graymouse had spent the day baking ginger cookies, jelly tarts, and other goodies.
"And now," continued Uncle Squeaky in a disgusted tone, "the whole cellar is full of traps." They held a serious counsel, Grand-daddy and Granny Whiskers, Uncle and Aunt Squeaky, and Mother Graymouse. They talked until midnight. When the clock struck twelve, Grand-daddy summed it all up. "This has been going on for some time. War is now declared.
"It is Uncle Squeaky!" cried Limpy-toes. "He's coming up the elevator," decided Silver Ears. "Oh, how lovely to have a visit from Uncle Squeaky on a snow-stormy night!" and the twins ran a race to the attic entrance. "Boo-hoo!" cried Baby Squealer. The little Graymouse children greeted Uncle Squeaky gleefully.
"He never goes alone, Silvy," replied Mother Graymouse, calmly. "Hopsy Toad, and Webbie Spider are going chestnutting with me," said Buster. "I had a nice walk yesterday with Bunny and Bobsey Rabbit. They took me over to Mr. Giant's strawberry bed. What do you think, Mammy! There are ripe red berries and pretty blossoms, now! On the way home, we saw yellow dandelion blossoms.
"Are you sure he came all the way home from Uncle Squeaky's with you, Silvy?" "Quite sure, Mammy. He brought this bag of crullers which Aunt Squeaky sent to you." Mother Graymouse became very anxious when supper was over and still Limpy-toes did not come. She stole into the play-room and looked in every corner.
Mother Graymouse sat in her rocking-chair singing to little Squealer. Tiny, Teenty and Buster Graymouse were playing upon the floor near by with their cousins, Wink and Wiggle Squeaky. Aunt Squeaky and Uncle Hezekiah were busy around the stove. Grand-daddy and Granny Whiskers sat in the chimney corner waiting patiently for their supper.
When Mother Graymouse, with Squealer and the twins, returned from making Granny Whiskers an afternoon call, she found Silver Ears and Buster setting the tea-table. "Where is Limpy-toes?" she asked. "He was here only a few minutes ago," said Silver Ears. Supper was ready and still Limpy-toes was missing. Mother Graymouse grew uneasy.
"Prob'ly he stole 'em," sputtered Mistress Grasshopper. "I should think Dinah Skunk would wallop those little Skunks forty times a day. They are a mean crowd." "And poor Debbie Field-Mouse's home is in ruins, all because of little Skunk's cigarette. Sniff! sniff! sniff!" cried Mother Graymouse. "A Lake full of water and no way to put out a fire," scolded Aunt Squeaky.
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