"Ah, it is good to have a plenty!" sighed Granny. "Last winter we wondered
how we should get our supply of fruit and vegetables. Now we have 'em all
stored up. Surely we shall soon start for our dear attic home."

"It is lovely by the Lake," said Mother Graymouse. "I'd like to see ice on
the pond before we go home."

"Why, Betsey Graymouse, we would all freeze!" cried Granny.

"It would be horrid," shivered Aunt Squeaky.

Dot Squeaky closed her summer school when the cool days came, and bade her
little pupils good-by until another year.

Limpy-toes worked, whenever Grand-daddy could spare him, upon his broken
automobile. He bent and patched and mended it until at last the poor old
machine would go once more.

"But it is a worse chug-chug than ever," sighed Limpy-toes. "Some day I
will build a better one and lock it away from Wiggle's mischievous paws."

Dr. Whiskers shut up Wild Rose Cottage and they all moved over to Gray
Rock until they should leave the Lake. But Mrs. Jack Rabbit got a bad
cold; Wee Field-Mouse was ill; Squire Cricket sprained his ankle, and all
the little Spiders had the measles.

"I cannot leave all these sick folk, Granny," decided Dr. Whiskers.

"There'll be sick folk all winter, Zenas. Must we stay and freeze to
death? We'll get sick, also. You promised to go home before snow-time,"