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"I shall love to help Granny and be with Dot. May Limpy-toes and I go, Mammy? You will not mind?" "Surely you may go, dearie," smiled Mother Graymouse bravely. "You will be happiest where you can do the most good, and Granny needs you just now." "With such a small family, Betsey and I can manage the work nicely," said Aunt Squeaky.
Wink and Wiggle went along also. "How nice the apples smell," said Buster. "They taste good, too," answered Scamper. Then the five little mice each chose a red apple to nibble. "Aren't we glad we came, Limpy-toes?" cried Buster. "It is good fun," said Limpy-toes. "What is that big yellow thing, Scamper?" "That's our play-house," cried Wink and Wiggle.
It is snowing and the drifts are very deep, so I did not dare go across the street to the store. Ah well, we shall not starve." "Never mind, Mammy," said Limpy-toes. "Crackers and cake crumbs are nice." "By and by it will be summer, Mammy, and then we can all go out to hunt for food," added Silver Ears cheerfully. "But I want some cheese with my cracker," whimpered Buster.
"Sakes alive, Limpy-toes! Suppose I was on my way to see a sick mouse? He'd die maybe, or else be all cured, before I could ever get there." "Automobiles need lots of twistity," argued Buster. "Mr. Giant has to twist his automobile. I heard Robert Giant say there was twistity in the batteries." "Why doesn't it go this time?" demanded Grand-daddy.
You might have bled to death. You deserve to be shut in a dark closet or put to bed without any supper." "Oh, Mammy, Tiny and I have truly twin tails now, like Bunny and Bobsey Rabbit. I think they are splendid," smiled Teenty. "Want to go for an automobile ride, kiddies?" called Limpy-toes. "I have made another seat and can take seven."
In the garden, Nimble-toes showed them how to climb a corn-stalk, peel off the husks and nibble the sweet, white kernels. "Oh, isn't it sweet and juicy!" cried Buster. "Say, Nimble-toes, I'd like to stay here a whole month." "You would grow fatter than ever," laughed Limpy-toes. "But it is delicious."
Please let me, Limpy?" "All right," agreed Limpy-toes good-naturedly. "Cousin Nimble-toes may ride also." Nimble-toes opened his eyes wide. "Excuse me, if you please, Limpy-toes," he said quickly. "I will help Uncle Squeaky pull the cart. I'm sort of scared of a cart that'll go without pulling or pushing. It may run away with you." "And it may have to be pushed or pulled," teased Uncle Squeaky.
Baby Squealer got lost, Wiggle 'most got drowned, Limpy-toes came near burning to death, and the barn burned to the ground. If you listen to me, Zenas Whiskers, you'll tell Pa Field-Mouse and his neighbors that you cannot be their doctor. Let us stay safely in our attic where there is nothing to harm us." Grand-daddy looked sadly disappointed.
"Can you fix it, Limpy-toes?" asked Jack Rabbit. "Maybe," sighed Limpy-toes, "but it will take all winter. I shall have to haul it home in pieces. Well, I am glad the twinnies aren't killed." "They ought to be walloped," growled Scamper. "It's a shame, Limpy-toes, that's what it is!" It was many weeks before Wink and Wiggle were able to leave their pine-needle beds.
"It is every bit as good as Mr. Giant's automobile," insisted Buster. "I'm not the leastest bit scared. I know it will go whizzing. Ah, what sport we will have!" "Grand-daddy will start very early, for he must find a house near his patients. If you wish to ride with Limpy-toes, you must trot off to bed right now, Buster," decided Mother Graymouse.
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