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We wish to be civilized. We miss Uncle Squeaky's band. Please come to Pond Lily Lake and help us." "We'll come, all right, Nimble-toes," interrupted Wiggle. "We'll surely come," promised Wink. "Hurrah for another summer at Pond Lily Lake!" "Hush! hush!" cried Mother Graymouse.
Gaff said this quite gravely, for nothing was farther from his thoughts at that time than jesting. "And pray, who may Squeaky and Shrieky be?" "Squeaky's a pig, and Shrieky's a little parrot." "Well," observed the middy with a laugh, "that's better than no company at all." "Yours is an English man-o'-war, I think?" said Gaff.
But at last, Baby Squealer stopped squealing; the twins giggled themselves to the Land of Nod; Wink and Wiggle could not keep their heavy eyes open any longer; and the four oldest children went sound asleep, for they had worked hard that day cracking nuts for Mammy's cake and seeding raisins for Aunt Squeaky's Christmas pudding.
He's a growin' thinner and thinner every minute, and Snatchet be that starvin' he could eat another mut bigger'n himself." The girl made no answer to this, but tucked Squeaky's pink nose under the blue-shirted arm and sat mute. Flukey, encouraged, went on. "Nobody'd buy Snatchet he's only a poor, damn, shiverin' cuss." "If we selled Prince Squeaky, some'un'd eat him," mourned Flea.
"Supper is all ready." The little mice crowded around their cousin from the Pond Lily Lake country. They all talked at once, squealing excitedly and asking all sorts of questions, until poor Nimble-toes was bewildered. At last he climbed upon a little red stool and shouted in Uncle Squeaky's ear: "I've a message for Grand-daddy Whiskers. Please make 'em be still a minute, Uncle Hezekiah."
"Ye lie, Flea!" moaned Flukey. "Yer belly's as empty as Squeaky's or Snatchet's. I've got to get ye somethin' to eat." Nevertheless, without resistance, he allowed her to help him through the large gate, and they struck off into the older part of the cemetery.
He said he'd get through this world soon enough if he went slowly." Uncle Squeaky hopped up. "And so, kiddies," he chuckled, "he went poking along like this. He drawled and he droned and was always an hour behind time. Finally the old sleepy-head laid down and died." "Just so, Hezekiah," nodded Grand-daddy. The kiddies laughed at Uncle Squeaky's droll antics.
"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.
He said that Uncle Squeaky's band couldn't play as good as the Frog Orchestra, and that Uncle Squeaky didn't know anything about the Lake, if he did make a raft and float around. Ah, Grandpa Bull Frog thinks he is a wonderful fellow!" Granny Whiskers was interested in the pupils' names which Dot wrote in her school book. "Pete and Dickie Grasshopper and Sammie Cricket!" she exclaimed.
Shall we begin Pa Field-Mouse's bungalow bright and early tomorrow?" Sir Spider, Squire Cricket, Mr. Hop Toad, Jack Rabbit, and Daddy Grasshopper nodded approvingly. "We will all help," they promised. Debby Field-Mouse looked sadly at the blackened ruins of her old home; then taking Mother Graymouse's arm, she led little Wee to Uncle Squeaky's home.
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