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We'll take turns winding it on to our spool." They wound, and wound, and wound. "Seem's if there is no end," complained Buster. Limpy-toes went on with the work. Suddenly, the thread tightened and the spool in the playroom stopped bobbing. The twins crept slyly to the hole to see what had happened. They came back giggling softly.
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.
Then bidding Silver Ears rock Squealer to sleep, she hastened down to tell Grand-daddy Whiskers her trouble. "I fear that some dreadful accident has befallen my poor, dear Limpy-toes," she sobbed. "Now, Daughter Betsey, don't you worry," was Grand-daddy's cheerful reply. "Limpy-toes is a wise lad and knows well how to look out for himself. I will light my lantern, however, and go out.
While she was speaking, there came the far-off patter, patter, scratch, scratch, of somebody climbing up to the attic. "Grand-daddy Whiskers," guessed Mother Graymouse, "or it may be Uncle Squeaky bringing us bad news." And then, up through the hole in the attic floor, who should appear but Limpy-toes himself!
"Aunt Belindy and I are going down cellar to say good-by to Polly Scrabble and her babies." Next morning, while the Giant family were sound asleep, Grand-daddy, Limpy-toes and Buster tip-toed softly down to the entrance. "Do not make too much noise cranking your automobile, Limpy-toes," whispered Grand-daddy. "We do not wish to disturb Mr. Giant."
"The key must have bounced out when we struck that big stone near the ash heap," said Limpy-toes. "I will trot back and find it." "And I'll take my stout cane and my own strong legs and trot toward the Lake, if you don't mind," decided Grand-daddy.
"Hello, what's this?" he cried. "Limpy-toes Graymouse's automobile, sure as I'm a Bunny! Hi, there, Limpy, are you underneath?" "Ah, please help us, Mr. Rabbit," came a faint cry from under the wrecked automobile. "It is Wink and Wiggle. Fetch Grand-daddy and Pa Squeaky. Go quick!" Jack Rabbit threw down his bag of carrots and leaped across the fields as though a hound dog was on his track.
That last night by the Lake was a merry one. The Field-Mouse family came to spend the evening. Buster sang his sweetest songs, the kiddies recited verses they had learned at school, and Uncle Squeaky's band played for the last time. "I'll take our instruments over to Wild Rose Cottage and lock 'em up tomorrow," planned Limpy-toes.
"This is a play day, so the kiddies are not in school." "I'm going to the fire," decided Mother Gray-mouse. "Perhaps I can help. Get some buckets, Limpy-toes. I will call Scamper, Buster, Wink, and Wiggle. We cannot let the village burn up." Most of the woodfolk were at the fire. Some poured on pails of water from the Lake; other groups stood talking wildly as they watched the leaping flames.
I didn't go in, Mammy, truly I didn't. Teenty and I were peeping through the littlest hole." When Mother Graymouse had gone, Silver Ears was eager for another adventure. "We need that nice new spool of thread," she argued, "and I mean to get it. No, Buster, you are too fat to run fast, and Limpy-toes is lame. I shall not let the twins venture, for old Tom is often in the play-room.
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