[Sure enough, next morning poor Buster could hardly see out of his eyes]
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["And so," explained Uncle Squeaky, "he went on a hop, skip and jump like this"]
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[He folded his paws as Mammy had taught him long ago, tossed his head high and sang merrily]
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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 where Cousin Graymouse lived was ajar. Nimble-toes paused to get his breath and peep in at the busy, happy family.
Mother Graymouse sat in her rocking-chair singing to little Squealer. Tiny, Teenty and Buster Graymouse were playing upon the floor near by with their cousins, Wink and Wiggle Squeaky. Aunt Squeaky and Uncle Hezekiah were busy around the stove. Grand-daddy and Granny Whiskers sat in the chimney corner waiting patiently for their supper.
From the pantry came Silver Ears Graymouse and Dot Squeaky, bringing food to the table.
"I hope Limpy-toes Graymouse and Scamper Squeaky have not gone away," thought Nimble-toes.