LONETREE WAS positively a whiz with her sewing machine. Within what seemed like a matter of minutes, she’d created three adorable sets of mouse ears—field mice, not Mickey—and had them tacked onto the girls’ sweatshirt hoods. “They’re perfect,” Lisa declared, and everybody agreed. Then she deftly unfolded three wire coat hangers and quickly covered them with white felt. The blind mice now had canes to walk with. The final touch would be sunglasses, and Mrs. Lonetree said the girls were just going to have to do that themselves. Lisa, Stevie, and Carole thought that was more than fair. Then, while Mrs. Lonetree was adjusting the old gingham dress to create a farmer’s-wife outfit for Kate, Christine took the “mice” into the bathroom, where they could all practice applying whiskers with an eyebrow pencil. “Should they curl?” Stevie asked. “I don’t think so,” Lisa said. By then, though, it was too late for Stevie. Her whiskers curled all the way up to her eyebrows!
