"We know Simon better than you do, Dr. Whiskers," said Daddy Grasshopper.
"I wish you would all try being kind to him," suggested Dr. Whiskers. "I am going to see him now. He was very decent to me."
"Good-morning, Simon!" greeted Dr. Whiskers. "Wheezes all gone?"
"No, but I'm better," replied Simon shortly.
"He's a lot better, Doctor," said Dinah.
"I brought the hornet's nest as I promised, but I couldn't borrow a pipe in the whole village. I will burn some of it in this tin can. You must inhale the smoke."
Simon bent his head over the smoking can. He began to cough and choke.
"Choke me to death, will you?" he spluttered. "A pretty doctor, you are!"
"Patience, Simon," urged Dr. Whiskers gently. "Just a few whiffs more. There now--where are your wheezes? My Indian ancestor knew a thing or two, you see. I must confess that I never tried hornet's nest smoke before. I believe that you will not wheeze again for a long time, Simon. Good-day." Dr. Whiskers bowed politely and hurried away.
Granny, Silver Ears and Dot were visiting at Gray Rock Bungalow. They had brought over some patchwork squares and were making quilts for Debby Field-Mouse.