Wiggily, "and I want to find your clothespin house for you."

On they hurried through the trees, and pretty soon--Oh, I guess about as
long as it takes you to eat a stick of peppermint candy--they suddenly
came to the pussy's clothespin house.

"Oh, here's where I live!" she cried. "How glad I am to get back home!"
She hurried in through the front door and no sooner was she inside than
she cried out:

"Come here! Come here, quickly, Uncle Wiggily! Did you ever see such a
sight in all your born days?"

"What is it?" asked the rabbit, as he hopped in, and he was half afraid
that there might be a burglar fox hiding in the pussy's house.

But it wasn't anything like that. Instead the rabbit saw the pussy
pointing to her bed, and there, right in the middle of the feather
pillows, were some eggs.

"The cowbird's eggs!" cried the kittie. "That's what she meant when she
said some one was going to be surprised. Indeed, I am the one who is
surprised. She brought her eggs here, thinking I would hatch them out for
her, but I'll not do it!"

So the pussy threw the eggs out of the window, on some soft straw, where
they wouldn't be broken, and pretty soon that cowbird came back, as angry
as a lion without any tail. And she grabbed up her eggs, and this time she
took them to the monkey, who played five hand-organs at once. And the
monkey was a good-natured sort of a chap, so he hatched out the cowbird's
eggs for her, and soon he had a lot of little calfbirds, and when they
grew up they gave him no end of trouble.

"Well, now you are safe home," said Uncle Wiggily to the pussy, "I will
travel on."

"First, let me fill your valise with something to eat," said the kittie
cat, and she did so, and then the rabbit hopped on. He looked all over for
his fortune, but he couldn't find it, and pretty soon it got dark night
and he went to sleep in a hollow stump.

"Surely, I will find my fortune to-day," thought Uncle Wiggily, as he
arose the next morning, and combed out his whiskers. It was a bright,
beautiful sunshiny morning, and everything was cheerful, and the birds
were singing. But, in spite of all that, something happened to the rabbit.

He was just going past a berry bush, and he was reaching up to pick off
some of the red raspberries, when all at once a sharp claw was thrust out
from the bush and a grab was made for the rabbit.

"Now, I've got you!" cried a savage voice.

"No, you haven't!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, and he