“Be careful, please! Look out! Kindly¹ wipe your feet!” cried Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat² lady housekeeper³, as Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, was going into his hollow stump⁴ bungalow⁵ one day, after he had been out riding in his airship.

 

“Why, what is the matter?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “Don’t I always wipe my feet, Nurse Jane?” and this time the rabbit gentleman was very particular to give them an extra polish, or two, on the door-mat before entering.

 

“Oh, yes! as a rule you are very good that way,” said Nurse Jane politely, as she looked at her tail to see if Sammie Littletail, the boy rabbit, had tied any knots in it for a joke. But he had not, I am glad to say.

 

“Yes, as a rule, you are very careful,” went on Nurse Jane, “but you see I am house cleaning, and I have just scrubbed the floors, and so I don’t want a speck⁶ of dirt on them.”

 

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“Ah, ha! I see! House cleaning!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. “Well, I suppose it has to be done once in a while, but I do not like it at all. I think I will go to my room and read, and when supper is ready, call me, please.”

 

“I will,” promised Nurse Jane, and then she went on looking for moth-millers, which eat up your clothes, and she hunted for dust in all the corners, Nurse Jane did, and she swept and cleaned, and she had a great old time, she did!

 

“My, this is awful!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he went inside the hollow stump bungalow. “Why, there is hardly room to move!”

 

And well might he say so, for the chairs and tables were all scattered⁷ about, the carpets and rugs were piled in the middle of the floor, and the whole place seemed very much upset, indeed.

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