"Oh, isn't it sweet and juicy!" cried Buster. "Say, Nimble-toes, I'd like to stay here a whole month."
"You would grow fatter than ever," laughed Limpy-toes. "But it is delicious."
They found some little red berries growing under the oak tree, that tasted very much like Uncle Squeaky's checkermints. Nimble-toes said that they were checkerberries.
All too soon, the sun sank in the west, it began to grow dark and
Mammy called that it was time to start for home.
It was a fine moonlight evening and the walk home seemed short.
Crickets were singing their even-songs all along the road.
Whippoor-wills and tree toads shrilled their calls, also. From Pond
Lily Lake, they heard faint, sweet sounds in the distance as the frog
concert began.
"It has been a lovely day, Mammy," said Silver Ears. "I would like to live away out in the country."
"Where there are sweet, juicy ears of corn," added Buster.
"Nimble-toes promised to take me for a sail some day," said
Limpy-toes.
"Oh, let's go again, Mammy," lisped Tiny.
"Let's go," echoed Teenty.