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Updated: May 23, 2025
One is, all the inhabitants are required by law to wear squeaky shoes. Whenever anybody's shoes don't squeak according to the prescribed standard he is fined, and sometimes even imprisoned, if he persists in his offense. A great many sad accidents are prevented by this custom. People hear each other's shoes squeaking in the darkness at quite a distance, and don't run into each other.
"Mayn't any one else pity you?" asked Tommy Shackel, the smallest midshipman on board, who was apt to take a malicious pleasure in seeing his seniors have a scrimmage among each other. "Hold your tongue, Master Jackanapes!" exclaimed Voules; "Oswald knows best what he likes and dislikes." "I only asked a question," said Tommy, in his squeaky voice; "and I put it to Oswald, and not to you."
Perhaps they mistook our squeaky old carts for their cannon; that had camped for the night unknown to them! Next day we told some Kurds where to find the cannon, and doubtless the Kurds made trouble. We let the column alone, for it was too big for us about two regiments, I think. They camped at midnight, and we rode on.
Green," called Vane, "come up and confer with me on a matter of great importance. . . ." With a wild rush Binks emerged from below as if shot from a catapult to be followed by Mrs. Green wiping her hands on her apron. "A most important affair, Mrs. Green," continued Vane, when he had let himself into his rooms, and pacified Binks temporarily with the squeaky indiarubber dog.
Uncle Squeaky hopped nimbly up and played such a jolly tune upon his fiddle that they all joined paws and danced in a circle about him. "Enough! enough, Hezekiah!" panted Grand-daddy at last. "We must rest if we expect to build a bungalow tomorrow. I shall not be Dr. Whiskers, but just a good neighbor mouse tomorrow. I reckon my patients can wait while I have one vacation day.
"The third little fellow resembled his Grand-daddy Whiskers," continued Uncle Squeaky. "He was fat as a butter ball, so he could not squeeze through holes to hunt for food with the others. He ate so many goodies that he was too tired to do much work, so he had to sit on his little red stool most of the time. But he could sometimes sing the baby to sleep, which was a great blessing.
The sound of the key in the lock seemed almost like an explosion of dynamite. Mr. Bradford wiped the cold perspiration from his forehead, turned the door slowly upon its squeaky hinges, and went in, feeling like a burglar. "I am not a burglar," he thought, his hands shaking. "I have come to give, not to take away."
Let's ask Pete and Dickie to go with us." Stealing quietly away while Scamper and Uncle Squeaky were busy, they managed to start off without being seen. "Come on for a joy ride, Pete, and fetch Dickie," invited Wiggle. The Grasshopper brothers hopped briskly in and away they whizzed.
And the fragments of conversation we catch are not uninteresting, as showing Mr. Zebedee's habits of thought and mode of treating those who came to him for advice. "I could 'ave got along better, if he'd 'a' paid me regular every night," said the squeaky voice of little Jim; "but he was allers puttin' me off till it come even change, he said."
Moderate your transports! Warwhoop a little less like a steam calliope!" Marjorie giggled, and then gave a series of small, squeaky, lady-like warwhoops, which seemed to amuse Cousin Jack as much as the others had done. "You are certainly great kids!" he exclaimed. "I'd like to buy the whole bunch of you! But come on, my Squaw, we waste time, and the pale-faced Maiden approacheth. Hah!"
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