p, and so did
Brighteyes.

"One, two, three! Take it!" suddenly cried Dr. Pigg, and he poured the
teaspoonful of the many-colored mixture down Uncle Wiggily's throat.
Brighteyes held the napkin so none of it would get on the rabbit's coat,
and Mrs. Pigg was there with the glass of water, which Uncle Wiggily
took very quickly.

Well, I wish you could have seen the face Uncle Wiggily made when he
swallowed the rheumatism medicine! It was just like a clown in the
circus, only funnier. But Brighteyes and Buddy didn't even giggle, which
was very kind of them.

"Do you feel any better?" asked Dr. Pigg, after Uncle Wiggily had
stopped making faces. "Is the pain gone?"

"No, I can't say that it is," answered the rabbit. "It seems to be worse
than ever," and he rubbed his leg and tried to get up, but he couldn't
leave the chair, even with his crutch, which Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy had
gnawed for him out of a cornstalk.

"Oh, that's too bad!" exclaimed Dr. Pigg. "I must try a new kind of
medicine."

"No, don't!" cried the rabbit. "I had rather have the rheumatism."

"Suppose we try some horse radish leaves, like we did for my toothache?"
proposed Buddy, and Mrs. Pigg said that would be good. So they got some
leaves, and put them on Uncle Wiggily's leg, but they didn't do any
good, neither did mustard, nor nettles, nor any of the other burning
things that they tried.

"Oh, dear, I guess I'll have to stay in this chair forever!" cried
Uncle Wiggily, as he tried to get up and couldn't. "Oh, dear me, and a
piece of chewing gum! This is terrible!"

Well, every one was wondering how Uncle Wiggily was ever going to walk
again, when all of a sudden, as Buddy looked from the window, he cried
out:

"Oh, here comes the big, shaggy yellow dog that was going to eat up
Brighteyes and Sister Sallie when they were playing with their dolls!
He's coming right this way! Run everybody!"

"Wow!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "A dog! Goodness me!" and, land sakes, if he
didn't jump up, seize his crutch and run home as fast as if he never had
any rheumatism at all.

You see he was so frightened he forgot all about it for the time being,
which was a good thing. But do you s'pose that dog dared to come in the
pen and hurt the guinea pigs? No, sir, not a bit of it! The first he
knew, Percival, the kind, old circus dog had him by the ear and the bad
dog ran away and didn't hurt anybody.

Now, in the next story, if an auto horn doesn't scare me so th