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"Boo-hoo!" cried Baby Squealer as his mother dropped him in a wriggling heap among the cradle pillows and ran to hug Limpy-toes. "Tell us all about it?" they begged, as Limpy-toes drew up his little stool and asked for his bowl of oat-meal porridge. "I had quite an adventure," laughed Limpy-toes. "It wasn't so bad, only I knew Mammy would worry.
"I fear, Buster, that I must make a dunce cap for you," said his mother, trying hard not to smile. "An enemy is a trap that pinches off toes," answered Limpy-toes. "That cross old Norah is an enemy," decided Silver Ears. "But Ruth Giant is not an enemy." "Maybe not; maybe not," returned Mother Graymouse. "But I mistrust all the other Giants. So take care, my dears.
Limpy-toes was generous with his automobile. He was busy, for Grand-daddy's practice was growing larger, and as Limpy-toes was studying medicine, he often went along with Grand-daddy. But he found time to give the little mice many jolly rides along the pine-strewn paths and lanes. Sometimes he allowed Wink or Wiggle to steer and they felt very proud indeed.
"We made it out of a pumpkin," explained Scamper. "Just see the windows and doors," said Wink. "Come inside and see how nice it is," invited Wiggle. They all took their apples and sat down inside the toy house. "It is very cunning," said Limpy-toes. "But it must have been hard work to chew it all out," added Buster. "It did take a long time," admitted Scamper cheerily, "but it was great sport.
One beautiful moonlit night when Limpy-toes had gone with Dr. Whiskers to see Mrs. Hop Toad, a wild plan entered Wiggle's mischievous head. "Let's borrow the automobile without asking Limpy," he whispered to Wink. "It will be sport to run it all our own selves. This is a dandy evening." "S'pose something breaks?" objected Wink. "Huh, you can't hurt the old chug-chug! We'll take turns cranking it.
Our enemies are stronger, wiser and richer than ourselves. Daddy Graymouse has lost his life, Limpy-toes had lost some toes, and I have lost a generous piece out of one ear. We must consider the safety of our children. It is wise, therefore, to retreat before it is too late," he finished, looking very solemn. The other four wagged their heads in approval.
The steam heat from the play-room came through the cracks and made their home as warm as toast. Limpy-toes and Silver Ears worked busily away until there were three holes through which they could steal softly in and watch Ruth and Robert at their play. Since Christmas the attic had become a merry, noisy place.
She hurried to find some lint and cobwebs in the dark, unswept corners of the attic. "Do not be frightened, Silvy. Mammy will fix you up as good as new. Run down to Grand-daddy, Limpy-toes, and fetch a pinch of cure-all salve. By to-morrow, your scratch will be all well, Silvy dear." "Oh, such a fright!" gasped Silver Ears. "I don't wish to be Ruth Giant's pet any more.
"Suppose you begin." "I will obey my mother," said Silver Ears. "I will try to take poor Daddy's place," said Limpy-toes. "I will mind the baby," said Tiny. "I will mind baby, too," said Teenty. "Your turn, Buster," reminded Uncle Squeaky. "I will try to wake up mornings," said Buster. "And not eat so much, my boy.
It seemed a long time to the four little fellows under the automobile, but it was really surprising how soon Jack Rabbit returned with help. Limpy-toes and Grand-daddy had medicines and bandages. Scamper and Uncle Squeaky hauled the cart with its four stout spool wheels. "Bless my stars!" cried Uncle Squeaky, when he had pulled poor battered Wiggle out from under.
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