"What does she want?" asked her brother.

 

"She wants you to come for a walk in the woods with us. Papa is going along. Come right away."

 

"Aw, I'd rather play with Bully," answered Jimmie, but just then his mamma called him, and he had to go. Bully hopped² off, and Jimmie and Alice walked home together.

 

"Come, Lulu, are you all ready?" asked Mrs. Wibblewobble, as she saw her other daughter throwing stones in the pond, and making a great splash.

 

"Yes," was the reply, and then Jimmie said: "Oh, mamma, I don't want to go walking."

 

"I think you will want to when you know where we are going," said his papa.

 

"Where are we going?"

 

"To Grandpa Wibblewobble's."

 

"Oh, goody!" cried Lulu and Jimmie at once, for they always had a nice time at their grandfather's. So the ducks set off through the woods and over the fields, and every time they came to a bit of water they swam over it as fast as a cat can wash her face.

 

Pretty soon, after awhile, not very long, they came to the pen where Grandpa Wibblewobble lived with his daughter, Miss Weezy Wibblewobble, who kept house for him.

 

"Ha, I think grandpa has company," said Papa Wibblewobble, as they came close to the pen and heard talking. "Yes, he certainly has." And, sure enough, the old gentleman duck had. And whom do you suppose it was? My Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit!

 

"How is your rheumatism³?" asked Mrs. Wibblewobble of Uncle Wiggily Longears, after they had sat down.

 

"Oh, it doesn't seem to get any better," he answered. "I have carried a piece of horse chestnut⁴ in one ear, and a bit of dried potato in the other for ever so long, but nothing seems to do me any good. I am going to have a new doctor soon if I don't get well. Oh my, yes, and some pepper hash on bread and butter also! Ha! Hum! Oh my! Ouch! and

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