TWINKLE TOES LIKED TO GATHER HIS ANIMAL FRIENDS ABOUT HIM

Twinkle Toes and
His Magic Mittens

By Laura Rountree Smith
Pictures by F. R. Morgan

Whitman Publishing Co.
RACINE, WISCONSIN

COPYRIGHT 1919 BY
Whitman Publishing Co.
RACINE, WISCONSIN

Table of Contents

List of Illustrations

Twinkle Toes and His Magic Mittens

CHAPTER I.
IN THE HOLLOW TREE

Twinkle Toes lived with Uncle Mouser in a little wee house in the woods, and as he ran in and out in the twinkling of an eye, every one called him Twinkle Toes.

He liked to travel about and to meet his friends, so on his second birthday, Uncle Mouser gave him a fine new travelling bag, with his initials upon it.

Twinkle Toes, like Uncle Mouser was quite a story-teller. He liked to run about in the woods at twilight and gather his animal friends about him, and tell stories.

Most of all, however, he liked to travel through the woods with his new travelling bag.

One evening he started out through the woods and ran on until he came to the home of the THREE LITTLE KITTENS WHO LOST THEIR MITTENS.

He rapped on the door, rap-a-tap-rap-a-tap.

The Three Little Kittens were at home, and they cried in turn, “May I go? Ma, may I go?”

Old Mother Kit-Cat opened the door herself, and in waltzed Twinkle Toes with his travelling bag.

They made him welcome you may be sure, and Dot and Tot and Trot cried,

“You’re a story-teller, we suppose,

Do tell us a story, Twinkle Toes.”

Then Twinkle Toes jumped right over the travelling bag, with the letters “T-T” upon it, and said,

“To have a story you are bound,

We’ll see if any can be found!”

He opened his travelling bag, and took out another travelling bag, a little smaller. He opened the second bag and took out another, and another.

He gave each of the Three Little Kittens a new travelling bag.

Each bag had the Kitten’s initials upon it.

The Three Little Kittens were happy you may be sure, and marched round and round the room with their new travelling bags.

They begged for a story again, but Twinkle Toes only said,

“Go off to bed with a skip and a run,

With the travelling bag, our story’s begun.”

The Three Little Kittens called, “Good night Ma, good night Twinkle Toes,” and they went merrily off to bed.

Twinkle Toes slept in Old Uncle Mouser’s red plush-lined basket by the fire.

Next morning the Three Little Kittens begged to go with Twinkle Toes on a journey.

Mother Kit-Cat said,

“Dear Little Kittens you are so funny,

You may go—for the day is sunny.”

Twinkle Toes waltzed around trying to catch his tail and the little bell, on the little blue ribbon, round his neck went tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!

They all started off merrily, the Three Little Kittens singing,

“We’re Three Little Kittens,

We’ve no need of mittens.”

“Don’t be so sure of that,” whistled the Wind, and before they got home it nipped their ears and paws, and blew their long whiskers!

Then Dot and Tot said,

“We were foolish Kittens

To leave off our mittens.”

HE GAVE EACH OF THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS A NEW TRAVELING BAG

CHIP, CHIP, CHIP, COME INTO OUR TREE

Brave Little Trot said,

“Always put your best foot out,

Don’t think of things to cry about.”

Sure enough, they soon forgot that they were cold, they soon forgot that they had left their mittens at home.

They were wondering whom they would visit, when they heard Three Little Curly-Tails cry, “Chip, chip, chip, come into our tree, come into our tree.”

Dot and Tot and Trot made their best bow and said politely,

“We are Three Little Kittens

Who once lost our mittens.”

Twinkle Toes waltzed around and said,

“I am a friend whom everyone knows,

My name is Little Twinkle Toes.”

Old Mother Curly-Tail looked out from her hole in the hollow tree, and said,

“I give you invitation, hearty,

To step inside and join our party.”

Even Twinkle Toes did not know how a hollow tree looked inside.

They all scrambled into the tree and Mother Curly-Tail said, “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”

They helped for one hour and sixteen minutes to store the Squirrels’ nuts away for the winter.

Then, a surprise awaited them for Mother Curly-Tail said,

“Sing some verses if you’re able,

In will roll the chairs and table.”

They sang a song, and in rolled a table and chairs for them all.

They climbed up into the chairs and Mother Curly-Tail said,

“Dishes will come if I don’t mistake it,

And a politeness lesson, if you’ll take it.”

In came the dishes, knives, forks, and spoons, and they all jumped to their proper places upon the table.

In came a kettle of food, smoking hot.

The Three Little Curly-Tails said, “Oh Ma, please help our plates first, we are so hungry.”

Mother Curly-Tail said,

“Visitors first, if you please,

Be polite, and do not tease.”

The Three Little Curly-Tails would not wait, they were so hungry. They put their paws in the kettle and burned them badly.

THE THREE LITTLE CHAIRS IN WHICH THEY SAT TURNED ROUND

“Oh,” and “Ah,” they wailed.

The three little chairs in which they sat turned round and remained with their backs to the table.

Twinkle Toes and the Three Little Kittens began to eat the food put on their plates, saying “Thank you” and “If you please,” politely.

By and by the three chairs, in which the Three Little Curly-Tails sat, rolled back into place, and they were given some sharp nuts to crack with their sharp little teeth, for by this time the food in the kettle was all gone.

Dot wanted to tell the story of the lost mittens and began, “One day when we were sliding on the ice.”

At that very moment Mother Curly-Tail jumped down from her chair, and whispered in the ear of each little Curly-Tail.

“Be polite to the Three Little Kittens,

But don’t let them talk any more of their mittens.”

Tot wanted to tell about finding the mittens, so she began,

“One day when we were sliding on the ice.”

“Oh, oh,” cried the Curly-Tails, “Did you lose your rubbers? Did you lose your hoods? Did you lose your overshoes?”

“No,” said Trot, “We lost——”

At that very minute the Curly-Tails cried, “Come out and climb, come out and climb.”

No sooner said than done, they all ran out of the hollow tree and jumped from branch to branch.

One after another cried,

“Come, follow me to the tallest tree,

It is very exciting as you see.”

By and by Twinkle Toes said,

“Back to mother everyone goes,

When twilight comes, says Twinkle Toes.”

They all took up their little travelling bags and started to run home through the woods.

All at once they stopped still.

They said, “We forgot to say good bye, we forgot our manners.”

Right about face, they all marched back to the hollow tree and shouted,

“To be polite, we all will try,

Dear Little Curly-Tails, good bye.”

The little Curly-Tails answered,

“Come again to have a play,

Call on us another day.”

Old Mother Kit-Cat stood in the doorway looking for them.

She said,

“Dear Little Kittens,

You should wear your mittens.”

Sure enough, their paws were cold as cold could be.

Late that night Dot, and Tot, and Trot, woke up and said, “We wonder why the Curly-Tails did not want us to talk about our mittens?”

Twinkle Toes called out sleepily from Old Uncle Mouser’s red plush-lined basket,

“Little Curly-Tails once wore the mittens

Lost long ago, by Three Little Kittens.”

I don’t know whether he knew what he was talking about or whether he was talking in his sleep.

He lay all curled up in the red, plush-lined basket.

He was dreaming about a pair of Magic Mittens that would always fit and never wear out.

He said, “When will I get my Magic Mittens?”

CHAPTER II.
EARNING MONEY

Twinkle Toes woke up early next morning, and skipped about with his travelling bag, singing,

“With travelling bag away he goes,

So sings your little Twinkle Toes.”

“Let me go too, let me go too,” cried the Three Little Kittens in one breath.

They all had their little travelling bags with them and they shouted,

“To Squirrel Town away we go,

Three Little Kittens, ha, ha, ho, ho.”

As it happened, they did not go to Squirrel Town that day, nor the next, nor the next, for Old Mother Kit-Cat said, “Dot, Tot, Trot, you must earn some money, so I can knit a pair of mittens for Twinkle Toes.”

TWINKLE TOES WAS DREAMING ABOUT A PAIR OF MAGIC MITTENS

Old Mother Kit-Cat’s rocking chair went to and fro, to and fro, and all this time her needles went “click, click click.”

Dot and Tot said,

“Oh dear, oh dear, pray, what shall we do,

Mother Kit-Cat, to earn money for you?”

Brave Little Trot said,

“I’ll take my snow shovel, that’s what I’ll do,

Mother Kit-Cat, to earn pennies for you.”

“Hurrah, hurrah,” cried Dot and Tot, “we will all take our snow shovels and go to the woods and shovel paths for the animals!”

Twinkle Toes waltzed round and round, and suddenly without warning, down came a little snow shovel, and he put it over his shoulder and marched merrily along.

I don’t know whether it was a magic snow shovel or not, but Twinkle Toes worked three times as fast clearing paths as the Three Little Kittens.

“My furry tail, how cold it is!” said Dot.

“My long whiskers, how the wind whistles,” said Tot.

Brave little Trot said,

“If we will sing once in a while,

It will shorten the longest mile.”

Twinkle Toes waltzed round and round while the Three Little Kittens shouted at the top of their lungs in a sing-song way,

“We are Three Little Kittens

Who once lost our mittens,

We are Three Little Kittens

Who frolic and play,

We are Three Little Kittens

Who once found our mittens,

We are Three Little Kittens,

So cunning and gay.”

At this very minute, an astonishing thing happened!

TWINKLE TOES WORKED THREE TIMES AS FAST CLEARING PATHS

A great deep growly voice cried,

“Come shovel me out, you dear little Kittens,

I’ll give you pennies to buy wool for mittens.”

They were by old Curly-Bear’s den.

They were not a bit afraid.

They all went to work with a will and shoveled a good path to the old Bear’s den.

Then Curly-Bear reached out his paw and said,

“When I heard Three Little Kittens sing,

I thought it was almost time for spring.”

He handed Trot six pennies and went back into his den for another nap.

“I wish we could sleep all winter,” said Dot. Tot said, “I do miss my nice warm mittens, why do I always forget to put them on?”

“Overshoes too, overshoes too,” laughed the wind as he whistled by.

They had all done enough shovelling of snow that day, but next day they went to the Ground Hog’s hole and he cried sleepily,

“Come shovel me out, you dear little Kittens,

I’ll give you pennies to buy wool for mittens.”

They began to shovel with right good will and all the while Old Shadow, the Ground Hog was scolding about sunshine and shadow.

He said he could never tell whether or not he would cast his shadow until he came out of his hole.

By and by he peeped out and gave Trot the pennies, then he went back into his hole for another nap.

Twinkle Toes waltzed round and round, and the Three Little Kittens went on until they heard a voice cry:—

“Come shovel me out, you dear little Kittens,

I’ll give you pennies to buy wool for mittens.”

They went to the Beaver’s house built by the pond and worked away, and will you believe it, the Beaver said all the time, “Work like a Beaver, work like a Beaver. Some day we may tell you how we build our homes, but don’t come too near, for we are very shy.”

The Beaver tossed six pennies out of his window and called “Good bye” as the Three Little Kittens trudged merrily down the road.

“My shovel gets heavier every minute,” said Dot.

“I cannot walk another step, I am most frozen,” said Tot.

Brave Little Trot said, “We will keep on a few steps more and maybe we will meet some of our friends, or cousins, or uncles, or aunts.”

Twinkle Toes waltzed round and round.

Just then, was heard the “Jingle, jingle, jingle,” of sleighbells. Some one was coming in a sleigh.

The Three Little Kittens stood in the road waving their snow shovels, and they blocked the path.

The sleigh came nearer, and nearer, every minute.

When Twinkle Toes saw who was in the sleigh he set up a shout, “It is Old Uncle Mouser, stop him, stop him.”

Uncle Mouser was pleased to see his old friends you may be sure and he said,

“Creep under my fur robe, as still as a mouse,

Then home we will ride to your own little house.”

No sooner said than done, they all scrambled under the warm fur robe and rode away, away, away, to the home of the Three Little Kittens.

When they arrived Old Mother Kit-Cat stood in the doorway looking for them.

She was delighted to see Uncle Mouser again and he said he would stay, if he could sleep in his red plush-lined basket.

Such a shaking of snow as there was from fur and whiskers, and Trot gave Old Mother Kit-Cat the pennies they had earned.

When they were all ready to go to sleep Dot said, “We forgot to ask Curly-Bear if he had ever seen our mittens.”

Tot said, “We forgot to ask Old Shadow if he had seen our mittens, that time they were lost so long.”

Trot said, “Perhaps Billy Beaver could have told us something about them.”

Old Mother Kit-Cat said,

“Hush, be still, ’tis time to sleep,

Three Little Kittens, quiet keep.”

Twinkle Toes and Old Mouser were already asleep.

They lay side by side in the red plush-lined basket.

Old Mother Kit-Cat had already started a pair of mittens for Twinkle Toes, but she needed yarn to finish them.

She said, “I will send the Three Little Kittens for yarn to-morrow.”

She was not at all sleepy, so she thought she would finish one of the mittens she had started.

She took up her needles, and to her surprise, they went to and fro, to and fro, in her paws and in less than a twinkling of an eye, one mitten was finished.

“By my furry tail,” said Mother Kit-Cat, that must be a magic mitten after all. “Perhaps this is one of the magic mittens Twinkle Toes has been talking about.”

Then, to her surprise the finished mitten began to sing,

“When you do good deeds for others,

Fathers, sisters, cousins, mothers,

Even helpful things for kittens,

You may wear some magic mittens.”

Old Mother Kit-Cat was not sure whether she was asleep or dreaming, for all the rest of the family had gone to dreamland.

CHAPTER III.
UNCLE MOUSER’S STORY

The next day passed very quickly, for the Three Little Kittens went to town to buy yarn for mittens for Twinkle Toes.

When evening came, they all sat round the fire and the Three Little Kittens danced up and down before Uncle Mouser, and Twinkle Toes danced round and round.

They all said, “Please tell us a story.”

Uncle Mouser answered,

“I will tell you a story in prose and rhyme,

For I make up stories just half my time.”

The Three Little Kittens danced up and down and cried, “Tell us a true story, tell us something that really, truly happened.”

Uncle Mouser rocked to and fro, to and fro, in the little rocking chair and said,

“I would not like to see you in tears,

So I’ll think back for several years.”

“Oh Uncle Mouser, oh Uncle Mouser,” cried the Three Little Kittens, “we cannot wait years and years for a story.”

Twinkle Toes waltzed round and round.

Old Mother Kit-Cat’s needles went “click, click, click.”

By and by Old Uncle Mouser said, “By my whiskers, I do know one true story about a little kitten, who liked to wash dishes, and do kitchen work.”

Old Mother Kit-Cat stopped knitting suddenly, and leaned forward and her eyes grew as big as saucers.

She said, “Did you say, liked to wash dishes and do kitchen work?”

Old Uncle Mouser answered, “I will tell you the story as it was told me by my old Aunt Tabby.” Then he began.

Once upon a time the Old Man of the Fire said to the King, “I wonder if any kitten in the world likes to wash dishes and do kitchen work?”

The King said, it could not be possible that any kitten liked to do these things, so the Little Old Man of the Fire said, “I travel everywhere over hill and dale, and wherever a fire is, there am I. What will you give me if I find a kitten who likes to do kitchen work?”

ONCE UPON A TIME THE OLD MAN OF THE FIRE SAID TO THE KING

The King replied, “I will give you a thousand miles of sun to burn morning and evening.”

The Little Old Man of the Fire ran over hill and dale singing,

“I am the Little Old Man of the Fire,

Ha, ha, I am happy, I never tire.”

My! what a long search he had.

He found plenty of kittens who hated to do kitchen work, and he was afraid they all hated to wash dishes.

He was about to give up the search, when one night he saw a light on a far hill, twinkle, twinkle.

He followed the light and soon came to a little wee house on the hill.

A little Kitten was singing,

“Pile the dishes up higher, higher,

Bring in the wood and make more fire,

Of kitchen work I never tire,

Pile the dishes up higher, higher.”

Dishes were piled up to the ceiling.

The Little Old Man of the Fire was so happy, he danced with glee.

The Little Old Man of the Fire rapped on the door and the kitten called, “Come in.”