ighten him.

Well, Uncle Wiggily looked in all the places he could think of, but still
there was no pussy to be seen, and he was just thinking he had better go
for a policeman. But he thought he would try just one more place, so he
looked down a hollow stump, but Snowball was not there.

"I'll have to get a policeman after all," said the rabbit, so he told a
policeman cat about the lost pussy, and the policeman cat searched for
Snowball, but he couldn't find her, either.

"I guess she is gone," said the policeman. "You had better go back and
tell her mamma that she hasn't any little pussy girl any more."

"Oh, how sad it will be to do that!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I just can't
bear to."

But he started back to the corncob house to tell Mrs. Cat that he couldn't
find her Snowball. And all the while he kept feeling more and more sad,
until he was almost ready to cry.

"But I must be brave," said the old gentleman rabbit, and just then he
came to a pond where a whole lot of beautiful, white water lilies were
growing. Oh, they are a lovely flower, with such a sweet, spicy smell. As
soon as Uncle Wiggily saw them he said:

"I'll pick some and take them home to Mrs. Cat. Perhaps they will make her
feel a little happy, even if her Snowball is gone forever."

So with his long crutch Uncle Wiggily pulled toward shore some of the
water lilies, until he could pick them on their slender stems. Some of the
flowers were wide open, and some were closed, like rosebuds.

He took both kinds home to Mrs. Cat, and when he told her he couldn't find
Snowball she was very sorrowful and she cried. But she loved the flowers
very much, and put them in a bowl of water.

"I'll stay here to-night," said the rabbit, "and in the morning I'll look
for Snowball again. I'm sure I'll find her."

"Oh, you are very kind," said Mrs. Cat, as she wiped away her tears.

Well, the next morning Uncle Wiggily got up real early, and the first
thing he saw was the bowl of water lilies on the parlor table. They had
all closed up like buds in the night, but in the sunlight they all opened
again into beautiful flowers.

And, would you believe me, right in the middle of one of the flowers
something white moved and wiggled. Then it gave a little "Mew!" and then
Uncle Wiggily cried:

"Oh, Mrs. Cat, come here quickly! Here is Snowball! She was asleep inside
of one of the water lilies!"

And, surely enough, there was the little lost kittie, just awakening i