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"I'd like to see ice on the pond before we go home." "Why, Betsey Graymouse, we would all freeze!" cried Granny. "It would be horrid," shivered Aunt Squeaky. Dot Squeaky closed her summer school when the cool days came, and bade her little pupils good-by until another year. Limpy-toes worked, whenever Grand-daddy could spare him, upon his broken automobile.
The tall corn stalks, with their silky tassels, seemed like a forest to the timid children, but Mother Graymouse trotted bravely on. Under the shade of the wild cherry tree, however, she paused in confusion. "Why, Mr. Giant has plowed this land all up for his garden!" she cried. "Poor Cousin Field-Mouse! Her comfortable home has been destroyed." "Must we go home?" sighed Silver Ears.
"This creoline is worth its weight in gold," went on Dr. Grand-daddy, as he soaked the poor stubby tail. "I got it from Mr. Giant's medicine closet. It takes all the soreness out." "Better leave a little soreness in, Grand-daddy," said Mother Graymouse. "I am ashamed of you, Teenty Graymouse. Your foolish pride has spoiled the nice party which your little neighbors were enjoying.
"Just listen to that, Ma Graymouse!" he cried. "Just listen to that! One would think I was a walking candy store and a story book, all in one. Very sorry, Buster Boy, but I haven't a single peppermint in my pocket. I think you ought not to eat so much candy. You are too fat, already. As for stories, you kiddies have heard every tale that this old gray head holds, time and time again."
"It is every bit as good as Mr. Giant's automobile," insisted Buster. "I'm not the leastest bit scared. I know it will go whizzing. Ah, what sport we will have!" "Grand-daddy will start very early, for he must find a house near his patients. If you wish to ride with Limpy-toes, you must trot off to bed right now, Buster," decided Mother Graymouse.
Mother Graymouse had taken her children out for a stroll in the fields. Only Buster remained at home. He had been naughty and was punished by being left behind. "I'd rather lie here and read my picture book than trot around in the hot sunshine," he thought. "If only I had some candy, I would be quite happy."
"No, Grand-daddy, but my little jacket is nearly bursting. Ah, that is too funny! Guess I shall laugh all night." "I fear you have outgrown your band suit, Buster," said Mother Graymouse. "I shall have to give you less to eat." "Ah no, Mammy!" cried Buster in alarm. "Please don't starve me. Oh! oh! What Robert Giant realty said was: "'Peter picked a pint of pickled pipers."
"I fear, Buster, that I must make a dunce cap for you," said his mother, trying hard not to smile. "An enemy is a trap that pinches off toes," answered Limpy-toes. "That cross old Norah is an enemy," decided Silver Ears. "But Ruth Giant is not an enemy." "Maybe not; maybe not," returned Mother Graymouse. "But I mistrust all the other Giants. So take care, my dears.
I want to get back and work on the new bungalow." But Grand-daddy had just begun to nail up a pantry shelf, when Mother Graymouse beckoned. He found Tim Scrabble waiting for him. "Can you go home with me, Dr. Whiskers?" he asked eagerly. "Jimmie and Johnnie have the whooping cough; Janie ate some candy and it made her tooth ache, and Baby Judy has the croup. Worst of all, Polly went into Mrs.
Field-Mouse, who was a distant cousin of Daddy Graymouse, lived near Pond Lily Lake. Mother Graymouse usually visited her each year in August. The children had been looking forward to this trip for many days. The bag which had once held the Christmas candy, was packed with dainties for the little Field-Mouse Cousins.
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