Baby Squealer never cried "Boo-hoo!" once all that long summer day.
He played with Baby Wee as smiling and happy as could be.
"The darling is always as good as gold when he is out doors," said
Mother Graymouse.
"I always said it was fresh air and sunshine that made Wee so healthy," agreed Ma Field-Mouse.
After dinner, Nimble-toes invited Limpy-toes, Silver Ears, Buster and the twins to go out and play with him. They went down to the pond, which was dotted with sweet, white lilies, and watched the fish splash in the water.
Grandpa Bull Frog hopped over to chat with them. He invited them to a frog concert which was to be held that evening.
"We would love to stay," smiled Silver Ears, "but I fear Mammy will go home early."
"Grandpa Bull Frog plays a bass-viol," explained Nimble-toes. "He plays very nicely."
"So does my Uncle Squeaky," bragged Buster, "only he plays a fiddle."
A big black snake crawled along just then and frightened the twins so badly that they all had to run away from the pond.
In the garden, Nimble-toes showed them how to climb a corn-stalk, peel off the husks and nibble the sweet, white kernels.