uce oil into the cabaret and took out his blue
polka-dot handkerchief and wiped his ear, and then he dusted off his
old wedding stovepipe hat and honked the automobile horn and blew up a
tire and turned a cushion upside down to hide a grease spot. And after
that he put on his goggles and started off again, and by and by, not
so very long, they came to a signpost on which was written:

"Which road shall I take?"

"Goodness, gracious me!" exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit, "what's
the matter with my goggles?" and he took them off and looked at the
signpost again.

"It says the same old thing," he said with a sigh, and he took off his
old wedding stovepipe hat and dusted the top, and after he had put it
on his head again he heard a voice saying:

"Take the road that leads to the left,
And not the one to the right,
For if you don't you will get left
And you won't get home till night."

"Who's speaking?" said Billy Bunny. And the reason he hadn't said
anything before was because he had been sound asleep.

And then who should come out from behind that funny signpost but a
great roaring bull with two horns and about ten feet long and big red,
snorting nostrils.

"Don't let us disturb you," which means bother or something like that,
said Uncle Lucky, and he honked the horn with all his might, and,
would you believe it, the bull was so frightened that he ran away and
never stopped till he got home and covered himself with the crazy
quilt on his old four-poster bed.

STORY XXXIII.

BILLY BUNNY AND THE GREAT NEWS.

Once upon a time,
So I've heard tell,
There lived a little rabbit
In a shady dell.
And on one side a clover patch,
Where red-topped clovers grew,
And 'tother side was lollypops
Of red and white and blue.

This is the song Mrs. Bunny sang one morning as she set to work to
wash her little rabbit's white duck trousers, for it was Monday, and
that is washday in Rabbitville, so they tell me.

And just as she was hanging them out on the line who should fly up but
Old Mother Magpie, and, my! wasn't she excited. Why, she was so
disturbed that her bonnet had fallen off her head and was hanging by
the strings.

"Have you heard the news?" she asked, and she rolled off one of her
black silk mitts and turned her wedding ring around three times and a
half.

"Heard what?" asked Mrs. Bunny, putting the clothespin in her mouth
instead of on the c