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Updated: May 1, 2025
"Nimble-toes promised to take me for a sail some day," said Limpy-toes. "Oh, let's go again, Mammy," lisped Tiny. "Let's go," echoed Teenty. Baby Squealer was sound asleep in the candy bag which hung over Mother Graymouse's shoulder, so he did not even say "Boo-hoo!" "Well, well, dearies, we did have a delightful visit," replied Mother Graymouse. "Perhaps some day we will go again."
Limpy-toes and Buster were to take turns carrying it, while Silver Ears helped her mother with Squealer. They started quite early in the morning, while the grass was wet with dew, for it was a long walk and by noon the sun would be very hot.
Whiskers. "Dot and Silvy are helping Granny make our rooms cosy, and I am going to visit my first patient." "I want Limpy-toes to go over to Polly-Wog Bridge and help get my boat afloat upon the Lake. I mean to catch some fish and have Belindy fry 'em for dinner." "Limpy-toes has gone with Nimble-toes to fetch a load of wood. They will soon be at home.
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.
We older folk may even venture into the Giant's pantry now and then. But we think it best to take you children out of danger." "It might be worse," remarked Limpy-toes. "I shall love to have Cousin Dot with us," smiled Silver Ears. "And Wink and Wiggle," added the twins. "Prob'ly Granny will make us some ginger cookies," drawled Buster. "But oh, Mammy, what hard work it will be to move!"
"It is after sun-up, Mammy!" he called. "You don't suppose we are snowed in?" Uncle Squeaky opened the door. In tumbled a mass of drifted snow. "Just so, Limpy-toes!" he exclaimed. "Clear up to our roof!" "We cannot haul our furniture today," said Grand-daddy. "Snowed in?" wailed Granny. "Ah, whatever will become of us?"
"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.
"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.
From the pantry came Silver Ears Graymouse and Dot Squeaky, bringing food to the table. "I hope Limpy-toes Graymouse and Scamper Squeaky have not gone away," thought Nimble-toes. Somebody stole softly up behind him; two paws blindfolded his eyes. "It is Limpy-toes," he guessed, trying to be brave in that dark, strange place. "Right you are, Nimble-toes," laughed Limpy-toes.
It is only a short walk to Sir Spider's house; I shall not need Limpy-toes this morning." "Is Sir Spider ill?" asked Uncle Squeaky. "Lady Spider has been cleaning her parlor. She is overtired and ailing and wishes to see me." "Hm!" said Uncle Squeaky thoughtfully, "I heard Ruth Giant sing a song one day: 'Will you walk into my parlor, Said the Spider to the fly.
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