Grand-Daddy Whiskers, M.D. by Nellie Mabel Leonard
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[Illustration: _Dr. Whiskers worked deftly away, setting the broken
limb.]_ Uncle Squeaky brought out his fiddle and all the little mice stood around his arm-chair and sang their merry songs. "Come, Dr. Whiskers," called Granny at last, "we must start home. You have had a busy day and Dot wants Limpy-toes to build her school-room tomorrow. Good-night, folkses. Yes, Limpy-toes, I suppose I can ride in your automobile. But do be careful and not break your old Granny's neck. We must all help Grand-daddy to keep his promise to fetch us all safely to our dear attic home before snow flies." CHAPTER IV DOT SQUEAKY'S SUMMER SCHOOL The spot which Dot chose for her schoolroom was down in a lane behind Wild Rose Cottage. Uncle Squeaky helped Scamper and Limpy-toes set four strong corner posts and made a roof of green boughs to shelter the kiddies when it rained; but there were no walls to shut out the fresh air and sunshine. There were rows of green mossy seats and a desk in which Dot could keep her books and papers. |
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