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Tumtum & Nutmeg: The Rose Cottage Tales

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by Emily Bearn

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Tumtum and Nutmeg just want to live out their comfy lives in peace, unbothered by anything as distracting as an adventure. But the holidays are upon them, and it seems to be the time of year when Arthur and Lucy, the disheveled human children of Rose Cottage, and bumbling veteran hero General Marchmouse are most likely to get into trouble. Tumtum and Nutmeg want to


Tumtum and Nutmeg just want to live out their comfy lives in peace, unbothered by anything as distracting as an adventure. But the holidays are upon them, and it seems to be the time of year when Arthur and Lucy, the disheveled human children of Rose Cottage, and bumbling veteran hero General Marchmouse are most likely to get into trouble. Tumtum and Nutmeg want to make things right, but first they'll have to outwit a wicked mouse named Purple Claw, face a crazed circus ringmaster, and even save Christmas!

In three delightful new adventures, Tumtum and Nutmeg prove that big heroes come in tiny packages.

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 2–5 Tumtum and Nutmeg, two sweet mice, have "adopted" the children of Rose Cottage. Arthur and Lucy are neglected by their absentminded inventor father, so the mice mend clothes, make home repairs, tidy up, and generally look after their well-being. The three stories in this sequel to Tumtum and Nutmeg (Little, Brown, 2009) follow the mice as they risk their lives to retrieve Christmas gifts for the children from an evil neighboring mouse, attend to them on a seaside holiday replete with treasure maps and more evil mice, and get involved with some nasty circus mice. Their friend General Marchmouse, recently retired, can't resist an adventure, and is always in the thick of both the problems and solutions. There is a redundancy in the story lines and an overreliance on mechanical toys as conveyances; both will likely be overlooked by young readers. From a narrative standpoint, this sequel stands alone, but its foundational matter–the whimsical setting and character description—are not fully expressed here. Price's pen-and-ink pictures are well-suited to the story.—Lisa Egly Lehmuller, St. Patrick's Catholic School, Charlotte, NC
Kirkus Reviews
Three rousing adventures sweep up homebody mice Nutmeg and Tumtum in their continuing role as unofficial guardians of human children Arthur and Lucy and amusingly immature military rodent General Marchmouse. Each escapade takes them afield—into the village, to the seaside, down the meadow to a stream—to find Christmas gifts, pursue villains or rescue the fame- and adrenaline-seeking General from his risky delusions of grandeur. Even when their world gets exciting, though, it's still a cozy read. Mouse-sized vehicles operate smoothly; battles are chaotic, but weapons shoot sherbet powder and peppermint gas. Everyone always ends up safe, and feasts range from glazed ham and plum pudding to cockroach pie and roasted flies. Arthur and Lucy exchange notes with Nutmeg when circumstances require, but they think she's "a Fairy of Sorts" rather than a mouse. The narrative progression depends too heavily on the connecting word "then," and the scale of distance sometimes shifts. Nonetheless, if this volume feels a little more slapdash than the first, it still harkens charmingly back to The Wind in the Willows and The Borrowers. (recipes) (Fantasy. 6-9)

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Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
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Tumtum & Nutmeg Series , #2
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Product dimensions:
5.90(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.50(d)
720L (what's this?)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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Tumtum & Nutmeg: The Rose Cottage Tales

By Bearn, Emily

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2010 Bearn, Emily
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316085991

A Christmas Adventure

Chapter One

Christmas was coming, and Nutmouse Hall looked very splendid.

Tumtum and Nutmeg had put up a tree in the library, with a big pile of presents underneath. And the drawing room and the ballroom and the dining room had all been adorned with tinsel.

General and Mrs. Marchmouse were coming for lunch on Christmas Day, and Nutmeg had been baking and bottling and pickling since early October.

When Tumtum peeked in the refrigerator, his tummy started to rumble. There was a glazed ham and a pork pie and a plum pudding… and there were mince pies and jellied fruits and sugared ants, and a big white cake with chocolate reindeer on top.

He could hardly wait for Christmas Day to come.

“Only two more nights to go,” he said hungrily.

“Yes, and we’ve still a lot to get through,” Nutmeg fussed.

They had just finished supper, and Nutmeg was sitting at the kitchen table, making a long list of things to do.

“Now let’s see…” she said, nibbling the end of her pencil. “We have the Christmas crackers to stuff, and the pears to poach, and the silver to shine, and we must polish the ballroom floor, and hang the mistletoe…. Oh, and gracious me if I’m not forgetting to glaze the marzipan fruits!”

“I’m sure we’ll manage,” Tumtum said. “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve, so we’ve still a whole day to get everything ready. And you’ve been baking for weeks. Just think what a feast it’s going to be!”

Tumtum was very excited. But Nutmeg looked worried.

“I hope Arthur and Lucy have a nice Christmas, too,” she said. “When I looked under their tree this morning, there were no presents at all. And their refrigerator was almost bare. Would you believe, I don’t think Mr. Mildew’s even made a plum pudding!”

“Well, I’m sure Father Christmas will bring them something nice,” Tumtum said.

“I do hope so,” Nutmeg replied. “But I bet their Christmas stockings are full of holes.” She looked anxiously at her watch. “Let’s go up to the attic and I’ll see if they need darning,” she said. “It’s nearly ten o’clock—the children are sure to be asleep by now.”

Tumtum agreed, so he took his flashlight, then they let themselves out of Nutmouse Hall and tiptoed through their front gates into the Mildews’ kitchen.

Tumtum went first, cautiously twitching his nose. But there was nothing to fear. The lights were out, and everything was very quiet. He turned and beckoned Nutmeg to follow.

They ran through to the hall, then clambered upstairs to the landing.

They could hear footsteps in the study as Mr. Mildew paced around, trying to think of another silly thing to invent.

They crept past his door and started heaving themselves up the steep flight of wooden steps to the attic.

Puff! Pant! Wheeze! It was hard work for two little mice.

Finally, they reached the top and crept out onto Arthur and Lucy’s bedroom floor.

They could hear the children snoring softly, but everything else was still. The curtains had been left open, and the floor was pale with moonlight.

“Look, there are the stockings!” Nutmeg said, pointing across the toy train track.

The children had dug them out of the toy chest, ready to hang up on Christmas Eve, and now they were lying in a bundle on the floor.

The mice ran over to them and stretched them out flat on the carpet. They were very nice stockings. Each was made of red felt, with a white rim, and a Christmas tree embroidered on the front.

“This one’s got a hole in the toe, just as I suspected,” Nutmeg tutted. She ran over to the dollhouse and fetched her sewing basket from the cupboard under the stairs.

Then she sat at the foot of the stocking and started to darn.

Swoosh! Swish! Swipe!

Nutmeg always darned at lightning speed.

While she was working, Tumtum shone his flashlight around the room to see if there were any toys that needed to be repaired. Then, suddenly, he noticed a big white envelope propped up on the dresser.

He stepped back and craned his neck up to see who it was addressed to. “Look, dear, they’ve written a letter to Father Christmas!” he exclaimed. “I wonder what they’ve asked him for.”

Nutmeg looked worried. “Do you think it will reach him in time?” she said. “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve. If they don’t go out straight after breakfast, they’ll miss the last post.”

“I think we had better see what it says,” Tumtum said. “Then perhaps we could send Father Christmas a separate letter by Royal Mouse Post, telling him what the children want.”

“Good idea,” Nutmeg agreed—for the Royal Mouse Post was very efficient. Even if the Nutmouses posted their letter tonight, Father Christmas would be sure to receive it in time.

So Nutmeg abandoned her sewing, then she and Tumtum hurriedly climbed to the top of the dresser, scrambling up by a pair of tights hanging from the top drawer.

They carefully pried open the envelope and tugged out the two letters from inside. Then they stood at the bottom of the page, reading them by the light of Tumtum’s flashlight. The first one said:

Dear Father Christmas,

If you have one on your sleigh, please may I have a toy car with lights and a horn and an engine that goes Vroom!—like I wanted last year. I’m sorry you couldn’t come then, but I hope you can come this Christmas instead.

Thank you very much.


Arthur Mildew

“Well, I’m sure Father Christmas will be able to give him a car!” Nutmeg said. “But I wonder why he didn’t give him one last time.”

But when they read Lucy’s letter, everything became clear. It said:

Dear Father Christmas,

I’m very sorry that you couldn’t come last year because the chimney was bricked up. We asked Pa to unblock it, so you could get down this time, but he said he couldn’t, because if he did the wind would come in and we’d all be very cold. We hope you’ll find another way in. And if you do, I’d like a box of magic tricks, please—like I asked for last year.


Lucy Mildew

“Oh, Tumtum! What are we to do?” Nutmeg cried. “If Mr. Mildew’s blocked the chimney, then there’s no hope of Father Christmas coming! And the children won’t get any presents at all!”

Tumtum looked upset, too. He wouldn’t enjoy opening his own presents knowing that the children had none.

Christmas would be spoiled for everyone. Unless…

We shall have to find them a toy car and a box of magic tricks,” Nutmeg said.

“But how, dear?” Tumtum asked helplessly. “It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow—and the nearest toy shop is five miles away! And besides, I don’t suppose they would serve mice!”

“I wasn’t suggesting we should go to the toy shop!” Nutmeg cried. She’d had another idea. But it was such a bold one it made her paws feel clammy.

“We must go and see Baron Toymouse,” she said.

Tumtum turned very pale. “Baron Toymouse!” he stammered. “Gracious! Do you think that’s wise?”


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Meet the Author

Emily Bearn has worked as a staff writer at Harper & Queen magazine, The Times, and the Sunday Telegraph. She lives with her daughter in London, England.

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Tumtum & Nutmeg: The Rose Cottage Tales 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Kate Wright More than 1 year ago
This book tumtum and nutmeg is a great book fo kids from the age group 8 to any older age it is a awsome book and i am glade i have reaadballl of the tum tum and nutmeg books
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Got the book at school 18 pages away love it oh that general matchmouse buuuy it
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I love books with adventures and this was one of them.
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the best book ever
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