“Oh, Uncle Wiggily!” cried Susie, the little rabbit girl, one afternoon, as she came over to Mr. Longears’ hollow stump¹ bungalow². “I wonder if you can guess what came to our burrow³ in the night?”

 

“Let me see,” said Uncle Wiggily, slow and thoughtful like; “was it a mouse?”

 

“Nope!” cried Susie, laughing and clapping her paws.

 

“Was it a thunder storm?” asked the rabbit gentleman, sort of puzzled like.

 

“Nope! I’ll give you one more guess, and then I’ll tell you,” spoke⁴ Susie, laughing more than ever.

 

“Was it—er—let me see—you didn’t have a party come to your house last night, did you, Susie?”

 

“No! Oh, I knew you couldn’t guess! It was a baby rabbit. Sammie and I have a little baby brother. He came last night.

 

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“Oh, how fine!” cried Uncle Wiggily, tying his ears up in a hard knot and then untying⁵ them again. “I must go right over and see it. Come on, Susie, we’ll go in my airship.”

 

“Don’t let Susie fall out!” cried Nurse Jane, the muskrat⁶ lady housekeeper⁷, as the old gentleman rabbit, followed by Susie, went out to the henhouse, where he kept his clothes basket airship.

 

“I won’t!” promised Uncle Wiggily, and then he and Susie sailed off, up near the clouds, over the fields and woods, to the burrow where Mrs. Littletail, Susie’s mamma, lived.

 

“Where is that baby rabbit?” cried Uncle Wiggily, as he lowered his airship to the ground. “I must see him.”

 

“Here he is,” said Mrs. Littletail, proudly, bringing out the new little baby rabbit. “But be careful not to squeeze him too hard, as he is very soft and tender.”

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