"I think she'll be a good girly now," says grand-daddy, gentle-like.
"I have a message from our woodfolk, Grand-daddy," began Nimble-toes.
Grand-daddy watched her as she wiped away a tear and sighed wearily.
"Fetch that creoline bottle, Silvy," repeated Grand-daddy sternly.
It is the first time that Grand-daddy Whiskers ever broke a promise to me.
"You'll find your ...