cottage. Ah, no, Granny, we don't leave Pond Lily Lake until snow flies
and I'm hoping that it will be a long time from now."




CHAPTER IX

AUTUMN LEAVES


"I'm going after chestnuts tomorrow, Mammy," said Buster one autumn
evening.

"We have had a good frost. I think the burrs have cracked open, Buster,"
grinned Uncle Squeaky.

"I like to roast chestnuts in the winter," lisped Tiny.

"I like to roast chestnuts," echoed Teenty, "and I like to pop corn."

"Those wild grapes you fetched home made delicious jelly," said Mother
Graymouse.

"There are red berries dangling from a prickly bush. Shall I fetch some
home, Mammy?"

"Barberries," guessed Granny. "There is no better sauce made. Fetch a
basketful, Buster."