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The chambermaid, passing, remonstrated with him by beating on the other side of the door. She was a pert young woman with a squeaky voice, and she thought she knew what was wrong with the occupant of 17. She had heard kicks on doors before. "Quiet down, you, mister, or you'll get yourself put in the cooler that's the best place for noisy drunks."
First they went into the barn where they saw Mrs. Pig, grunting still, but standing very meekly in her own corner; and eleven little pigs that grunted such cunning, squeaky little grunts. Mary Jane wasn't afraid of them for one minute. They weren't dirty as Mary Jane supposed pigs always were, not a bit dirty; they were tidy and neat and their little round sides shone like silk.
They were glued upon the frightful thing across the room, but they saw no movement of the thick lips. "Wha What?" gasped Hawkins, involuntarily. His own voice sounded high and squeaky. "I've been so cursed cold," responded the corpse, and there were indications of comfort in the weird tones. "Say, I've had a devil of a time. It's good to find a warm spot again.
The weasels will trust entirely to their excellent sentinels. And that is where the passage comes in. That very useful tunnel leads right up under the butler's pantry, next to the dining-hall! 'Aha! that squeaky board in the butler's pantry! said Toad. 'Now I understand it! 'We shall creep out quietly into the butler's pantry cried the Mole.
It was then that Shellington promised her that Squeaky should find a future home on their farm among other animals of the kind, and that he would make it his task to see that the little pig had plenty to eat, plenty of sunshine, and a home such as few little pigs had. Snatchet, too, Horace promised, should be housed in a warm kennel with the greyhounds and blooded pups.
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.
The weather is still mild. Never fear; have I not taken good care of you all?" Then came a day, when to Granny's great joy, Uncle Squeaky announced that they would begin to pack next morning. "The ground is hard and smooth. It will be easy to pull our cart. We must start before the heavy rains begin," he planned, "for after that there will be deep, frozen ruts."
They sat in a circle upon the barn floor around the heap of corn and sewed it into strings which Granny Whiskers tossed upon the branches of their tree. Granny was as interested as the youngsters in the Christmas doings. Another evening, Uncle Squeaky brought home some peppermints and checkermints. "Here, kiddies, sew some thread through these candies and hang 'em on your tree," he grinned.
He saw her, too; but did not connect her with the bare-footed girl on Cayuga Lake, but only with the boy who had kept from him the greased pig at the Dryden fair. He glanced at Squeaky calmly eating the salad and smiled. "Bless my soul, Ann!" he said, turning to a lady who had followed him in, "we have company to dinner, or my name isn't Horace Shellington!
"And now," continued Uncle Squeaky in a disgusted tone, "the whole cellar is full of traps." They held a serious counsel, Grand-daddy and Granny Whiskers, Uncle and Aunt Squeaky, and Mother Graymouse. They talked until midnight. When the clock struck twelve, Grand-daddy summed it all up. "This has been going on for some time. War is now declared.
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