"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