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Updated: June 17, 2025
"An' anyways, how do you s'pose Sandy Claus is goin' to find his way, 'way out into these great woods, through all this snow?" "Oh, popsie!" cried the child, excitedly. Then, remembering, she lowered her voice again to a whisper. "Don't you know Sandy Claus kin go anywheres? Snow, an' cold, an' the the the big, black woods they don't bother him one little, teenty mite.
Mother Graymouse sat in her rocking-chair singing to little Squealer. Tiny, Teenty and Buster Graymouse were playing upon the floor near by with their cousins, Wink and Wiggle Squeaky. Aunt Squeaky and Uncle Hezekiah were busy around the stove. Grand-daddy and Granny Whiskers sat in the chimney corner waiting patiently for their supper.
One fine day, when Mother Graymouse had taken Baby Squealer down cellar to call upon Aunt and Uncle Squeaky, and Limpy-toes had been sent to the store across the street, they planned a pleasure trip of their own. "Silvy and Limpy-toes often visit the playroom and have a lovely time," whispered Tiny. "Let's go, you and I." "Let's go!" agreed Teenty, clapping her paws.
There was the pink-checked one and the brown-checked one and the prettiest one of all, the one with teenty little white checks marked off with buff. The one she should feel if she put out her hand was a blue-checked. Margaret drove her hands deep into the matted grass; she would not put them out. It was it was terrible! Now she understood it all. She remembered things.
Mother Graymouse sighed and wiped a tear away with her handkerchief. The five little mice tiptoed to their places at the table very quietly, for Limpy-toes had rocked Baby Squealer to sleep at last. They ate their supper in silence. Only Tiny and Teenty whispered and giggled softly to each other. Suddenly there was a great scrambling and scratching outside.
"You take a basket and fetch home some strawberries, right now, Buster Graymouse, and I'll bake a strawberry short cake for supper that'll melt in your mouth," promised Aunt Squeaky. "Take Tiny and Teenty along and show them how to dig dandelions. We will have a mess of greens for dinner tomorrow," planned Mother Graymouse. "Such treats as we have in the country!
"I've thought these many weeks how good you've been to me how happy you have made my last days, while I have been so bad to you, but you musn't remember it against me, Arthur boy, when I'm dead and there isn't any naughty Nina anywhere, neither at the Asylum, nor Grassy Spring, nor here in bed, nothing but a teenty grave, out in the yard, with the flowers growing on it, I say you must not remember the wicked things I've done, for it wasn't the Nina who talks to you now.
"I 'spec's hit must be, Marse Winn," answered the old negro. "And wasn't he the very wisest dog you ever knew?" "Yes, sah, he suttinly was, all 'ceptin' one, an' hit war a yallar 'coon dawg wha' I uster own down in ole Lou'siana. I 'spec's he war jes a teenty mite more knowin' dan eben Marse Brack's Bim dawg. He name war Bijah." "How did he ever prove his wisdom?" asked Winn, incredulously.
I'm going to cut off my tail." "Oh, you daresn't, Teenty Graymouse!" they cried in a shrill admiring chorus. "You watch. Come back here, Tiny; you shall not tell tales to Mammy. One, two, three snip!" Off flew the long slender end of Teenty's tail. "Oh! oh! Get Dr. Grand-daddy!" cried Teenty, quite scared by the blood and pain. Grand-daddy rushed over.
One evening, after my little charge had been put to sleep downstairs by complying with her invariable order to "tell me a 'tory 'bout when oo was a 'ittle teenty weenty boy," the doctor came down with a grave face. "Our patient has reached the worst stage delirium. The turn will come to-night. Poor Hopkins is about worn out, and I'm afraid may need you. Please don't go to bed; be 'on call."
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