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"Now if any creature is sick, Dr. Whiskers will be there in a jiffy. Ah! What is the trouble, Limpy-toes?" The automobile had come to a sudden stop at the edge of Mr. Giant's orchard. "It has stopped," explained Limpy-toes. "So I see," chuckled Grand-daddy. "I'll crank it up." So Limpy-toes pushed in the key and wound, and wound, and wound. Then they started on again.
Early the next morning, he meant to make a trial trip and take Dr. Grand-daddy to the Lake. "Please let me ride with you and Grand-daddy, Limpy-toes?" begged Buster. "Better not, Buster Boy," grinned Uncle Squeaky. "There's a whole load of goodies on our cart. Mammy and Aunt Belindy baked lots of good stuff to eat." "Mammy will give me some cakes in my pocket. I want to ride in the automobile.
"Hello, what's this?" he cried. "Limpy-toes Graymouse's automobile, sure as I'm a Bunny! Hi, there, Limpy, are you underneath?" "Ah, please help us, Mr. Rabbit," came a faint cry from under the wrecked automobile. "It is Wink and Wiggle. Fetch Grand-daddy and Pa Squeaky. Go quick!" Jack Rabbit threw down his bag of carrots and leaped across the fields as though a hound dog was on his track.
"I really feel called to go, Granny," argued Grand-daddy earnestly. "Just think of those kiddies who cannot read or write. You can help Betsey and Belindy teach their mothers how to make these delicious puddings and cookies. You can help me brew medicines.
I am afraid I shall not wish to go back to our attic very soon, Grand-daddy." "I am not rushing in that direction, myself, Betsey," chuckled Grand-daddy. "Guess we will stay to supper, Granny, and have some of Belindy's short cake. Dot was invited to tea with Mrs. Rabbit, so there's nobody home at our house." "Of course you must stay," invited Aunt Squeaky. "Buster will fetch plenty of berries."
"It feels 'most as good as new; just a bit stiff," declared Daddy Longlegs. "I don't know how we have managed all these years without a doctor. Welcome to our village, Dr. Whiskers!" "A beautiful village it is," replied Grand-daddy. "I like to spend my summers near Pond Lily Lake. Now I must say good-day. Don't use that leg for a few days and it will mend all right.
Granny Whiskers had helped Grand-daddy make a stout bag and packed it with his precious medicines. Near their furniture cart stood the wonderful automobile which Limpy-toes had invented and built in the long winter evenings. He had taken the wheels and springs from an old clock in the attic. The whole family was quite proud of Limpy-toes' automobile.
Granny and Grand-daddy Whiskers have met with great good fortune. They have moved up one flight into the pantry closet. They say the air there is very fine all sorts of delicious odors. And food! Why, it is hard to choose the bill of fare, there's so many goodies laying around! Granny wishes you to visit her and bring all the kiddies, especially Buster," he grinned. "Good night.
When the clock struck eleven, strange to say, it was Buster's eyes which were still wide open. He was usually very sleepy, but to-night he was very curious. He wanted to see Santa trim that tree. So he winked and he blinked under his blankets, keeping real still and pretending to be asleep. And what do you think? Grand-daddy began to hang pieces of cheese on the tree!
"Sakes alive, Limpy-toes! Suppose I was on my way to see a sick mouse? He'd die maybe, or else be all cured, before I could ever get there." "Automobiles need lots of twistity," argued Buster. "Mr. Giant has to twist his automobile. I heard Robert Giant say there was twistity in the batteries." "Why doesn't it go this time?" demanded Grand-daddy.
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