“Hey, Uncle Wiggily!” suddenly exclaimed Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy in the middle of the night.

 

“Yes, what is it?” asked the rabbit gentleman in a sleepy voice.

 

“Listen!” went on the muskrat¹ lady.

 

So Uncle Wiggily listened, just as if a nice telephone girl had told him to do so. He and Nurse Jane were spending a few days in the country woods bungalow², as I told you in the story before this one. It was their first night, and, about twelve o’clock, the muskrat lady had all at once awakened³ the old gentleman rabbit by calling to him.

 

“Did you hear that?” asked Nurse Jane, after a bit.

 

Uncle Wiggily heard a sound that went something like: “Chir-r-r-r-r-p! Chir-r-r-r-r-p! Chir-r-r-r-r-p!”

 

“Do you hear that?” asked Nurse Jane in a whisper.

 

“Surely I hear it,” answered Uncle Wiggily.

 

“That is a bad old fox, sawing the bolt off the front door with a screw driver, so he can get in,” went on the muskrat lady.

 

“Nonsencicalness!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. “It is only a black cricket. They always chirp⁴ that way, to make the country more cheerful. There are many crickets in the country. Go to sleep, Nurse Jane.”

 

So the muskrat lady went to sleep once more, rather sorry for having awakened Uncle Wiggily. But pretty soon, when it was almost morning, she called out again:

 

“Uncle Wiggily, did you hear that?”

 

“Hear what?” asked the rabbit gentleman, in a sleepy voice.

 

“Some one outside the bungalow is calling about a little girl named Katy. Some one says she did do it, and some one else says she didn’t do it. I’m sure something dreadful must have happened. Listen!”

 

Uncle Wiggily listened. He heard: “Katy-did! Katy-did! Katy-didn’t! Katy-didn’t!”

 

“Hal Ha!” laughed the old rabbit gentleman. “That noise is made by a little green

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