“You’re off again, I see,” spoke¹ Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat² lady housekeeper³, one day, to Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, for whom she kept house.

 

“Yes, I thought I would go out for a little ride,” answered Mr. Longears, as he blew some heated air into the toy circus balloons of his airship. “It is a lovely day, and perhaps I may meet with an adventure; who knows?”

 

“True enough, who knows?” agreed Nurse Jane. “Well, I hope if you do have an adventure it will be a pleasant one.”

 

An adventure, you know, children, is something that happens to you, like falling down stairs. That’s an unpleasant adventure. Finding a penny rolling up hill is a pleasant adventure. That’s the difference, you see.

 

So Uncle Wiggily started off in his airship, which was made from one of Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy’s old clothes baskets, some toy circus[Pg 109] balloons, a Japanese umbrella and an electric fan.

 

The old gentleman rabbit had not ridden so very far, sailing above the tree tops, as he was, before, all of a sudden, he heard a sad little voice crying:

 

“Oh, dear! Oh, isn’t that too bad? Oh, my poor Cora Ann Multiplicationtable!”

 

“Ha! Some one in trouble!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, looking down. “I must see if I cannot help them.”

 

Then he saw Susie Littletail, the rabbit girl, sitting on a stump⁴, and looking at something in her paws.

 

“It must be her doll,” thought Uncle Wiggily “For the doll’s name is Cora Ann Multiplicationtable. I’ll go down and see what is the trouble.”

 

Down he went, and he found poor Susie crying sadly.

 

“What has happened?” asked Uncle Wiggily, kindly⁵.

 

“Oh, all the sawdust stuffing has run out of my doll,” said the little rabbit girl. “I was carrying her out to get the air, for she has been ill, and all of a sudden, one of her legs caught in a thorn bush, ripping a hole in the cloth. Out ran the sawdust before I could stop it. Look!”[Pg 110] And Poor Susie held up Cora Ann Multiplicationtable. The doll was as limp and slimpsy as a sheet of

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