Then Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes danced this way, and that way, before the mirror and asked,

     “Who took cold when they fell through the ice?”

The mirror would not answer this time.

The Seventeen Little Bears wept and wailed.  Bunny and Susan came upstairs to see what was the matter.

Bunny said, “Never mind, I will tell you a story about my reading by candle-light.”

Then the Seventeen Little Bears cried, “Oh, Bunny, tell us a new story, please.”

Now, Bunny could not think of a new story to tell to save his life, so Susan said, “I will tell you about the Circus cookies that came alive.”

Then, the Seventeen Little Bears shouted, “We know that story by heart, we know every word of it.”

They took out their seventeen little red pocket handkerchiefs and cried and cried.

All this time Grandpa Grumbles was sitting in an easy chair by the fire.  He grumbled,

     “’Tis silly to make such a dreadful noise,
     You are worse than seventeen girls and boys.”

Then he took his green cotton umbrella and went upstairs.

As soon as the Seventeen Little Bears caught sight of Grandpa Grumbles they set up a shout, “A story, a story, do tell us a story.”

Grandpa Grumbles shook his green cotton umbrella fiercely and shouted,

     “Every one must keep as still as a mouse,
     So you can hear a pin drop in the house.”

Then, will you believe it?  The Seventeen Little Bears were so still you could hear a pin drop.

Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes were so still they did not wink an eyelash.  They sat on two little stools in the corner.

Grandpa Grumbles said, “You can guess all day and you can guess all night, but you cannot one of you guess what kind of a shop I am going to open.”

Then the Seventeen Little Bears begged for Bunny Cotton-Tail’s thinking-cap.  They put it on in turn and guessed and guessed what kind of a shop Grandpa Grumbles would open.

Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes said, “Will it be a candy-shop?”

Grandpa Grumbles shook his green cotton umbrella fiercely and grumbled, “I told you, you could not guess.  I am going to open a Toy Shop!”

“A Toy Shop!” shouted the Seventeen Little Bears at the top of their lungs.  “A Toy Shop!”

“Who is telling this story?” asked Grandpa Grumbles.  He began to tell the story in real earnest.  He said, “I am going to open a Toy Shop in the woods.”

“Not a real Toy Shop,” said Snubby Nose.  “You don’t mean a real Toy Shop,” said Tippy Toes.

Grandpa Grumbles shook his green cotton umbrella and grumbled, “Now, I shall have to start all over again.”

So he began once more, “I am going to open a Toy Shop in the woods.”

“Will you make a rocking-horse?” asked the First Little Bear.

“Will you make drums?” asked the Second Little Bear.