want to
take some peppermint juice myself, for I have indigestion. Dr. Possum
says peppermint is good for it. I must have eaten a little too much
cheese pudding last night."

"I'll get you the peppermint with pleasure," said the bunny uncle,
starting off with his tall silk hat and his red, white and blue striped
rheumatism barber pole crutch.

"Better get it in a bottle," spoke Nurse Jane, with a laugh. "You
can't carry peppermint in your pocket, unless it's peppermint candy,
and I don't want that kind."

"All right," Uncle Wiggily said, and then, with the bottle, which Nurse
Jane gave him, he hopped on, over the fields and through the woods to
the drug store.

But when he got there the cupboard was bare--. No! I mustn't say
that. It doesn't belong here. I mean when Uncle Wiggily reached the
drug store it was closed, and there was a sign in the door which said
the monkey-doodle gentleman who kept the drug store had gone to a
baseball-moving-picture show, and wouldn't be back for a long while.

"Then I wonder where I am going to get Nurse Jane's peppermint?" asked
Uncle Wiggily of himself. "I'd better go see if Dr. Possum has any."

But while Uncle Wiggily was going on through the woods once more, he
gave a sniff and a whiff, and, all of a sudden, he smelled a peppermint
smell.

The rabbit gentleman stood still, looking around and making his pink
nose twinkle like a pair of roller skates. While he was doing this
along came a cow lady chewing some grass for her complexion.

"What are you doing here, Uncle Wiggily?" asked the cow lady.

Uncle Wiggily told her how he had gone to the drug store for peppermint
for Nurse Jane, and how he had found the store closed, so he could not
get any.

"But I smell peppermint here in the woods," went on the bunny uncle.
"Can it be that the drug store monkey doodle has left some here for me?"

"No, what you smell is--that," said the cow lady, pointing her horns
toward some green plants growing near a little babbling brook of water.
The plants had dark red stems that were square instead of round.

"It does smell like peppermint," said Uncle Wiggily, going closer and
sniffing and snuffing.

"It is peppermint," said the cow lady. "That is the peppermint plant
you see."

"Oh, now I remember," Uncle Wiggily exclaimed. "They squeeze the juice
out of the leaves, and that's peppermint flavor for candy or for
indigestion."

"Exactly," spoke the cow lady, "and I'll hel