"Be careful of that bandage, Teenty," warned Dr. Grand-daddy. "I don't
want you to bleed any more."
Away they whizzed; along the blue Lakeside, by Polly-Wog Bridge, through
the Pine Grove, and up Laurel Lane, only stopping now and then while
Limpy-toes twisted up the spring and the kiddies gathered wild flowers.
"Are you all better, Teenty?" whispered Tiny, as they drove home to Gray
Rock Bungalow.
"Ah, yes, all better, Tiny," lisped Teenty. "You all said I daresn't cut
it. I think it is lovely to wear a short tail. Now you and I are real
honest-and-true twinnies again, Tiny."
CHAPTER VIII
WIGGLE BORROWS THE AUTOMOBILE
The midsummer days were full of good times. Uncle Squeaky sometimes took
them for a sail upon Pond Lily Lake; they fished from Polly-Wog Bridge and
went splashing about in the water dressed in their bathing-suits. Then
there were merry parties of berry pickers who spent the day in the shady
woods picking blueberries and raspberries for Mother Graymouse and Aunt
Squeaky to preserve.
Buster loved the moonlight evenings when Uncle Squeaky's band, looking
very fine in the gay uniforms, marched along the Lake shore and played the
music which he had written.
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