shes, and he said:

"Ha! There is the first little kitten!" And there, surely enough she
was--Fuzzo!

"Oh, dear!" Fuzzo was saying, "I don't believe I'll ever get them
clean!"

"What's the matter now?" asked the rabbit gentleman, though he knew
quite well what it was, and only pretended he did not. "Who are you
and what is the matter?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm in such trouble," said the first little kitten. "My sisters
and I ate some pie in our new mittens. We soiled them badly with the
red pie-juice. Weren't we naughty kittens?"

"Well, perhaps just a little bit naughty," Uncle Wiggily said. "But
you should not have run away from your mamma. She feels very badly.
Where are Muzzo and Wuzzo?"

"I don't know!" answered Fuzzo. "They ran one way and I ran another.
I'm trying to get the pie-juice out of my mittens, but I can't seem
to do it."

"How did you try?" Uncle Wiggily wanted to know.

[Illustration: "Weren't we naughty kittens?"]

"I am rubbing my mittens up and down on the rough bark of trees and
on stones," answered Fuzzo. "I thought that would take the pie
stains out, but it doesn't."

"Of course not!" laughed Uncle Wiggily. "Now you come with me. I am
going to take you home. Your mother sent me to look for you."

"Oh, but I'm afraid to go home," mewed Fuzzo. "My mother will scold
me for soiling my nice, new mittens. It says so in the book."

"No, she won't!" laughed Uncle Wiggily. "You just leave it to me.
But first you come to my hollow-stump bungalow."

So Fuzzo, the first little kitten, put one paw in Uncle Wiggily's,
and carrying her mittens in the other, along they went together.

"Where are you, Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy?" called the rabbit
gentleman, when they reached his hollow-stump bungalow. "I want you
to make some nice, hot, soapy suds and water, and wash this first
little kitten's mittens. Then they will be clean, and she can take
them home with her."

So the muskrat lady made some nice, hot, soap-bubbily suds and in
them she washed the kitten's mittens. Then, when they were dry,
Uncle Wiggily took the mittens, and also Fuzzo to Mrs. Purr's house.

"Oh, how glad I am to have you back!" cried the cat mother. "I
wouldn't have scolded you, Fuzzo, for soiling your mittens. You must
not be afraid any more."

"I won't," promised the first little kitten, showing her nice, clean
mittens.

And then Uncle Wiggily said he would go find the other two lost baby
cats. And so, if the milkman doesn'