k flew away,
flopping his wings and tail.

"Oh, how good, and brave, and strong you are!" cried Lulu to Uncle
Wiggily, and then all three duck children kissed him. Soon they were at
the goat-lady's home, and Aunt Lettie was very glad to see the rabbit
gentleman, and also glad to have the children back. So she invited Uncle
Wiggily to stay to supper, and very glad he was to do so.

He also stayed all night at Aunt Lettie's house, and he had quite an
adventure, too, which I shall tell you about directly, when, in case the
fire shovel doesn't slide down hill on a cake of ice and break its roller
skates the next bedtime story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the berry
bush.

STORY XXVIII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BERRY BUSH

"Well, children, I think I will soon have to be leaving you," said Uncle
Wiggily Longears one morning to the three Wibblewobbles, when he had
stayed all night at their Aunt Lettie's house. That was after the old
gentleman rabbit had found the three ducks lost in the woods, you
remember, and had taken them to where they were visiting the old lady
goat. "I must pack my valise and travel on," said Uncle Wiggily.

"Oh, can't you stay a little longer?" asked Alice Wibblewobble, as she
tied her sky-blue-pink hair ribbon in a flopsy-dub kind of a bow knot.

"Yes, do stay!" urged Jimmie as he tossed up his ball, which Lulu, his
sister, caught. "We'll have some fun together and you can play on my ball
team, Uncle Wiggily."

"Oh! I am much too old for that," said the rabbit, "though I like to watch
you play. Besides, I have the rheumatism, and I have to keep on looking
for my fortune. So I will travel forward once more."

"Well, if you must go, I suppose you must," said Aunt Lettie, the old lady
goat. "But at least let me put you up a little lunch. Let me see, what
shall it be? I think a tomato can sandwich, and some brown paper cake with
paste frosting on would be nice. And then, too, I can give you some fine
wooden pie."

"Oh, excuse me!" exclaimed the rabbit, "but while it is very kind of you,
I cannot eat such things. I never could chew a tomato can, nor yet a
wooden, or even a sawdust pie."

"No more you could," cried Aunt Lettie in confusion. "I was thinking of
what I liked to eat. Very well, I will give you some carrots and cabbage
and a piece of cherry pie. I know you will like those."

So she made Uncle Wiggily that kind of a lunch, and he put it in his
valise, and after saying good-by