ggily is
lying down taking a nap, and I don't want you to wake him up with your
marbles."

"Oh, I don't mind!" cried the bunny uncle, unfolding his ears from his
vest pockets, where he always tucked them when he went to sleep, so the
flies would not tickle him. "It's about time I got up," he said.

"So the boys are playing marbles, eh? Well, I'll go out and watch
them. It will make me think of the days when I was a spry young bunny
chap, hopping about, spinning my kites and flying my tops."

"I guess you are a little bit twisted; are you not?" asked Nurse Jane,
politely.

"Oh, so I am," said Uncle Wiggily. "I mean flying my kite and spinning
my top."

Then he pinkled his twink nose--Ah! you see that's the time I was
twisted--I mean he twinkled his pink nose, Uncle Wiggily did, and out
he went to watch the animal boys play marbles.

Billie, Johnnie and Jimmie, as well as Sammie, wanted the bunny uncle
to play also, but he said his rheumatism hurt too much to bend over.
So he just watched the marble game, until it was time for the boys to
go home. And then Johnnie cried:

"Oh, I forgot! I have to go to the store for a loaf of bread for
supper. Come on, fellows, with me, will you?"

But neither Jimmie, nor Sammie nor Billie wanted to go with Johnnie, so
he started off through the woods to the store alone, when Uncle Wiggily
cried:

"Wait a minute, Johnnie, and I'll go with you. I haven't had my walk
this day, and I have had no adventure at all. I'll go along and see
what happens."

"Oh, that will be nice!" chattered Johnnie, who did not like to go to
the store alone. So, putting his marbles in the bag in which he
carried them, he ran along beside Uncle Wiggily.

They had not gone far when, all of a sudden, there came a strong puff
of wind, and, before Uncle Wiggily could hold his hat down over his
ears, it was blown off his head. I mean his hat was--not his ears.

Away through the trees the tall silk hat was blown.

"Oh, dear!" cried the bunny uncle. "I guess I am not going to have a
nice adventure today."

"I'll get your hat for you, Uncle Wiggily!" said Johnnie kindly. "You
hold my bag of marbles so I can run faster, and I'll get the hat for
you."

Tossing the rabbit gentleman the marbles, away scampered Johnnie after
the hat. But the wind kept on blowing it, and the squirrel boy had to
run a long way.

"Well, I hope he gets it and brings it back to me," thought Uncle
Wiggily, as he s