CONTENTS

CHAPTER I A MESSAGE PROM THE WOODFOLK

CHAPTER II BACK TO THE LAKE

CHAPTER III GRAND-DADDY BEGINS HIS WORK

CHAPTER IV DOT SQUEAKY'S SUMMER SCHOOL

CHAPTER V A WOODS FIRE

CHAPTER VI DR. WHISKER'S BUSY DAY

CHAPTER VII TWIN TAILS

CHAPTER VIII WIGGLE BORROWS THE AUTOMOBILE

CHAPTER IX AUTUMN LEAVES

CHAPTER X SNOWED IN

ILLUSTRATIONS

Somebody stole softly up behind him; two paws blindfolded his eyes

"All aboard for Pond Lily Lake!" he cried gaily

The heavy furniture cart was pulled down the last hill

"Will you walk into my parlor, Dr. Whiskers?"

Dr. Whiskers worked deftly away, setting the broken limb

Webbie Spider raised his paw

They worked bravely with Uncle Squeaky for captain

The little band began to play Silvy's Waltz

Dr. Whiskers twisted and pulled upon the hook

It was long past midnight when tired old Grand-daddy pulled off his boots

"Fetch that creoline bottle, Silvy," repeated Grand-daddy sternly

"Hold your breath, now"

They had good fun picking the brown nuts from the soft, silky linings of the burrs

Sure enough, next morning poor Buster could hardly see out of his eyes

"And so," explained Uncle Squeaky, "he went on a hop, skip and jump like this"

He folded his paws as Mammy had taught him long ago, tossed his head high and sang merrily