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GRAND DADDY WHISKERS, M.D.

By

NELLIE M. LEONARD

Illustrated By

CARLE MICHEL BOOG

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I A MESSAGE PROM THE WOODFOLK

CHAPTER II BACK TO THE LAKE

CHAPTER III GRAND DADDY BEGINS HIS WORK

CHAPTER IV DOT SQUEAKY'S SUMMER SCHOOL

CHAPTER V A WOODS FIRE

CHAPTER VI DR. WHISKER'S BUSY DAY

CHAPTER VII TWIN TAILS

CHAPTER VIII WIGGLE BORROWS THE AUTOMOBILE

CHAPTER IX AUTUMN LEAVES

CHAPTER X SNOWED IN

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Somebody stole softly up behind him; two paws blindfolded his eyes

"All aboard for Pond Lily Lake!" he cried gaily

The heavy furniture cart was pulled down the last hill

"Will you walk into my parlor, Dr. Whiskers?"

Dr. Whiskers worked deftly away, setting the broken limb

Webbie Spider raised his paw

They worked bravely with Uncle Squeaky for captain

The little band began to play Silvy's Waltz

Dr. Whiskers twisted and pulled upon the hook

It was long past midnight when tired old Grand daddy pulled off his boots.

"Fetch that creoline bottle, Silvy," repeated Grand daddy sternly.

"Hold your breath, now"

They had good fun picking the brown nuts from the soft, silky linings of the burrs.

Sure enough, next morning poor Buster could hardly see out of his eyes.

"And so," explained Uncle Squeaky, "he went on a hop, skip and jump like this"

He folded his paws as Mammy had taught him long ago, tossed his head high and sang merrily.

GRAND DADDY WHISKERS M.D.

CHAPTER I

A MESSAGE FROM THE WOODFOLK

Nimble toes Field mouse trotted briskly along the dark subway and up the steep attic stairway in Mr. Giant's house. He had travelled a long way from his woodland home and it was getting late. The door of the cosy attic where Cousin Graymouse lived was ajar. Nimble toes paused to get his breath and peep in at the busy, happy family.

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.

From the pantry came Silver Ears Graymouse and Dot Squeaky, bringing food to the table.

"I hope Limpy toes Graymouse and Scamper Squeaky have not gone away," thought Nimble toes.

Somebody stole softly up behind him; two paws blindfolded his eyes.

"It is Limpy toes," he guessed, trying to be brave in that dark, strange place.

"Right you are, Nimble toes," laughed Limpy toes. "Scamper and I have been over to the store to get some cheese. I thought you were a burglar, just at first. Push open the door and trot in."

"It is Cousin Nimble toes!" cried a noisy chorus of little mice.

"It is Nimble toes Field Mouse, sure as I'm a mouse!" declared Uncle Squeaky. "Welcome to our attic, my lad."

[Illustration: Somebody stole softly up behind him, two paws blindfolded his eyes.]

"You must be hungry after your long tramp, Nimble toes," said Mother Graymouse. "Supper is all ready."

The little mice crowded around their cousin from the Pond Lily Lake country. They all talked at once, squealing excitedly and asking all sorts of questions, until poor Nimble toes was bewildered.

At last he climbed upon a little red stool and shouted in Uncle Squeaky's ear:

"I've a message for Grand daddy Whiskers. Please make 'em be still a minute, Uncle Hezekiah."

Uncle Squeaky rapped smartly upon the floor with his cane. At once there was silence.

"Fetch your little stools and sit down to supper, every last mouse of you!" he commanded. "Let your victuals fill your mouths and stop your noise. Nimble toes has brought a word for Grand daddy."

In a twinkling they were all seated around the long table. Nimble toes sat beside Grand daddy, so he could talk with him easily, for Grand daddy's left ear had been torn in a trap and he was somewhat deaf.

"Now we are as still as mice," chuckled Grand daddy. "Speak out, Nimble toes."

"I have a message from our woodfolk, Grand daddy," began Nimble toes... Continue reading book >>




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