d said:

"I'm lost. I know I am! Lost in the dark, deep, dismal woods, and night
coming on! Oh, what shall I do?"

Well, he was feeling very badly, and was quite frightened, and he didn't
know what to do when, all at once he heard a bell ringing. Oh, such a
sweet-toned silvery bell. "Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" it went, sounding very
clearly through the woods. Then the bell seemed to say:

"Come this way, Uncle Wiggily, come this way. Ding-dong!"

"Oh, that's the bluebell flower!" cried the rabbit. "How glad I am. Now I
can follow the ringing sound and get to a nice place to stay for the
night."

So he listened carefully, and the blue flower rang her tinkling bell
louder than ever, and the rabbit could tell by the sound of it just which
way to go, and pretty soon he was out of the woods and right beside the
flower that was swinging to and fro in the wind, just like a bell in a
church steeple.

"Oh, I'm go glad I could ring and tell you the way back here," said the
bluebell. "Now lie down and sleep, and if there is any danger I will
tinkle my bell and awaken you."

So Uncle Wiggily stretched out on some soft moss, and went to sleep. And
there was some danger for him, as I shall tell you very soon, when, in
case the rocking chair on the front porch doesn't go swimming in the
molasses barrel, the next story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the
Wibblewobble children.

STORY XXVII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WIBBLEWOBBLES

Uncle Wiggily, the nice old gentleman rabbit, was sleeping on the soft
moss under a clump of ferns, and over his head the bluebell flower was
nodding in the night breeze, keeping watch for danger. For you remember, I
dare say, that the flower had promised to awaken Uncle Wiggily in case any
harm happened to come near him.

Hour after hour crept along, like a little mouse after a bit of cheese,
and still the rabbit slumbered, and still the bluebell nodded her drowsy
head, for she would not go to sleep while she was keeping watch.

"I think I will just take one little nap," said the flower to herself,
after a bit, "just shut my eyes for a little while." So she did so, and
then, all of a sudden, as quietly as a clock when it isn't ticking, there
came creeping and crawling through the woods, the bad scalery-tailery
alligator.

He was looking around sniffing, and snooping, and scuffing for something
to eat, and pretty soon he sniffed and snuffed until he came to where
Uncle Wiggily was fast asleep