?"

"Oh, indeed, my little girl is not named Sarah," said Mrs. Cat. "She is
called Snowball, and she is just as cute as she can be. She is all white,
like a ball of snow, and so we call her Snowball. But she is lost, and I'm
afraid I'll never find her again," and the kittie's mamma began to cry,
and she wiped her tears on her apron.

"Oh, don't worry. Never mind. I'll find her for you," said the kind old
gentleman rabbit.

"I can't find my fortune but I believe I can find Snowball. Now, tell me
which way she went away, and I'll go search for her."

"I didn't see her go out of the house," said Mrs. Cat, "because I was
making a cherry pie, and I was very busy. Snowball was playing on the
floor, with a ball of soft yarn, and it rolled out of doors. She raced out
after it, and I thought she would soon be back. I put the cherry pie in
the oven and then when I went to look for her she was gone. Oh, dear! I
just know some horrid dog has hurt her."

"Please don't worry," said Uncle Wiggily. "I'll find her for you. I'll
start right off, and if I can't find her I'll get a policeman, and he can,
for the police always find lost children."

So Uncle Wiggily started off, leaving his valise with Mrs. Cat, but taking
his crutch with him, for he thought he might need it to beat off any bad
dogs if they chased after Snowball.

First the old gentleman rabbit looked carefully all along the road, but he
couldn't see anything of the lost pussy cat.

"Perhaps she may be up a tree," he said to himself. "If a dog chased her
she would climb up one, and perhaps she is afraid to come down."

So he looked up into all the trees, and he even shook some of them in
order to see up them better, but he did not discover the pussy cat. Then
he called:

"Snowball! Snowball! Snowball! Where are you?"

But there was no answer.

"Oh, if there was only some bird who could call 'Snowball' I would get
them to call for the lost pussy," thought Uncle Wiggily.

Then he looked up and he saw a big black bird sitting on a tree.

"Can you call 'Snowball' for me?" asked the rabbit, politely. "She is lost
and her mamma wants her very much. Just call 'Snowball' as loudly as you
can."

"I can't," said the big black bird. "All I can cry is 'Caw! Caw! Caw!' I
am a crow, you see."

"That is too bad," said the rabbit. "Then I will have to keep on searching
by myself," so he did, and the crow flew away to look for a cornfield that
had no scarecrow in it to fr