Mrs. Giant's pantry and it is a wonder she ever got back down cellar. She
is all rolled up in sticky fly-paper. And me with four sick babies on my
paws!"

"I'll come at once, Tim," agreed Dr. Whiskers. "Limpy-toes and I will soon
fix things all right."

He called Limpy-toes to help carry his heavy bag.

"We'll not take the automobile," he decided. "The Giants might hear it
chug-chug. If you please, Belindy, let Scamper go over and tell Granny
that we will probably be home by midnight. She may wish to return and
spend the night with you. Now we're off to help that poor Scrabble
family."

It was a long journey and there were many doses to be ordered for the
little patients. It took a long time to remove Polly's fly-paper with an
alcohol bath. Then cure-all salve must be rubbed in where patches of skin
came off. But at last every patient was made comfortable. Tim and Polly
thanked them again and again.

"Now for our long homeward tramp, Limpy-toes," sighed Grand-daddy wearily.

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

"A great vacation day it proved," he yawned. "Bless me, it has been the
busiest day I ever lived! And yet, I'm glad that I am a doctor-mouse."

[Illustration: It was long past midnight when tired old Grand-daddy pulled
off his boots.]