I'm sure Debby
Field-Mouse isn't complaining because Pile of Rails burned. She is as
happy as a lark in her Cosy Retreat.
"I am having the time of my life. Never was so important and sought after
as I've been since Hezekiah stuck that Dr. Whiskers sign in front of my
cottage. Ah, no, Granny, we don't leave Pond Lily Lake until snow flies
and I'm hoping that it will be a long time from now."
CHAPTER IX
AUTUMN LEAVES
"I'm going after chestnuts tomorrow, Mammy," said Buster one autumn
evening.
"We have had a good frost. I think the burrs have cracked open, Buster,"
grinned Uncle Squeaky.
"I like to roast chestnuts in the winter," lisped Tiny.
"I like to roast chestnuts," echoed Teenty, "and I like to pop corn."
"Those wild grapes you fetched home made delicious jelly," said Mother
Graymouse.
"There are red berries dangling from a prickly bush. Shall I fetch some
home, Mammy?"
"Barberries," guessed Granny. "There is no better sauce made. Fetch a
basketful, Buster."
"Barberry sauce is full of pegs," complained Grand-daddy. "Grape jelly is
my favorite sauce."
"Nimble-toes says there's poison ivy and dogwood around here," said
Scamper.
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