Buster setting the tea-table.

"Where is Limpy-toes?" she asked.

"He was here only a few minutes ago," said Silver Ears.

Supper was ready and still Limpy-toes was missing. Mother Graymouse
grew uneasy.

"Are you sure he came all the way home from Uncle Squeaky's with you,
Silvy?"

"Quite sure, Mammy. He brought this bag of crullers which Aunt
Squeaky sent to you."

Mother Graymouse became very anxious when supper was over and still
Limpy-toes did not come. She stole into the play-room and looked in
every corner. Then bidding Silver Ears rock Squealer to sleep, she
hastened down to tell Grand-daddy Whiskers her trouble.

"I fear that some dreadful accident has befallen my poor, dear
Limpy-toes," she sobbed.

"Now, Daughter Betsey, don't you worry," was Grand-daddy's cheerful
reply. "Limpy-toes is a wise lad and knows well how to look out for
himself. I will light my lantern, however, and go out. Perhaps I may
meet him."

Mother Graymouse went home somewhat comforted and laden with a
pocketful of good things which Granny sent the children from the