r bird flew
away.

[Illustration: "I'm in the Hollow Stump Telephone Booth."
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"Well, I'm going to have a good time now," thought the little rabbit to
himself. "I've learned my daily lesson. I'll call up Uncle John." So off
he hopped to the Hollow Stump Telephone Booth.

"What number do you want?" asked the telephone girl who was a little
wood-mouse.

"One, two, three, Harefield," answered the little rabbit, and in
less than five hundred short seconds, he heard his Uncle's voice
over the wire.

"Goodness gracious meebus!" exclaimed Mr. John Hare, "I thought you'd
forgotten all about your old uncle. Where are you?"

"I'm in the Hollow Stump Telephone Booth," answered the little rabbit.

"I'll come right over to the Old Bramble Patch," said Uncle John, and
the old gentleman hare dropped the receiver on his left hind toe he was
so excited. You see, he hadn't heard from his little bunny nephew for so
long that he supposed he had enlisted in Uncle Sam's Army or Aunt
Columbia's Navy! Well, anyway, as soon as the little rabbit had paid the
little wood-mouse five carrot cents, he hopped home to tell his mother
that Uncle John Hare was coming over to supper.

TO THE POST OFFICE

"Billy Breeze, please blow no more
The leaves around the kitchen door.
It takes my time till ten fifteen
To make the doorstep nice and clean,"

said Little Jack Rabbit the next morning after he had polished the front
doorknob and fed the canary and filled the woodbox in the kitchen with
kindling wood.

Oh, my, yes, he was a busy little rabbit. He had to help his mother in
lots of ways, especially when Uncle John Hare was making a visit at the
Old Bramble Patch.

Well, when the little rabbit had done all these things, his mother asked
him to go down to the post office and buy her three War Savings Stamps
and the Rabbitville Gazette for Uncle John, who had a touch of
rheumatism in his left hind toe and didn't feel like hopping around, but
preferred to sit in an armchair on the back stoop where it was warm and
sunny.

Now, as Little Jack Rabbit hopped along, he met Chippy Chipmunk under
the Big Chestnut Tree, so of course he stopped and said good morning.

"Where are you going?" asked the little Chipmunk. And when he found out,
he took two twenty-five carrot cent pieces out of his pocket and asked
the little rabbit to buy him two Thrift Stamps.

"All ri