"Now your Uncle Hezekiah will play a goodnight jig." Uncle Squeaky hopped
nimbly up and played such a jolly tune upon his fiddle that they all
joined paws and danced in a circle about him.

"Enough! enough, Hezekiah!" panted Grand-daddy at last. "We must rest if
we expect to build a bungalow tomorrow. I shall not be Dr. Whiskers, but
just a good neighbor mouse tomorrow. I reckon my patients can wait while I
have one vacation day. Hurrah for a holiday and a fine new house for
Neighbor Field-Mouse! Come, Granny, we're homeward bound. Fetch the
automobile, Limpy-toes. I hope the twistity will not give out. Good-night,
folkses, goodnight!"




CHAPTER VI

DR. WHISKER'S BUSY DAY


Neighbour Field-Mouse's new bungalow was begun before sunrise next
morning. Squire Cricket and Daddy Grasshopper brought their saws, Jack
Rabbit and Mr. Hop Toad had shovels, and all the neighbors came with axes,
hammers and other tools ready for work.

"Pa Field-Mouse has chosen this spot under the laurel bush," explained
Uncle Squeaky. "First we must dig a cellar where he can store his winter's
food."

"Don't forget that I want a stone fireplace just like yours, Mr. Squeaky,"