cried other violets.

Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute, and then he said:

"I'll do this. I'll dig up a bunch of you violets, who want a change,
and take you with me for a walk. I will leave some earth on your roots
so you won't die, and we shall see what happens."

"Oh, goodie!" cried the violets. So Uncle Wiggily dug them up with his
paws, putting some cool moss around their roots, and when they had said
good-by to the mother violet away they went traveling with the bunny
uncle.

"Oh, this is fine!" cried the first violet, nodding her head in the
breeze. "It is very kind of you, Uncle Wiggily to take us with you. I
wish we could do you a kindness."

And then a bad old fox jumped out from behind a stump, and started to
grab the rabbit gentleman. But when the fox saw the pretty violets and
smelled their sweetness, the fox felt sorry at having been bad and said:

"Excuse me, Uncle Wiggily. I'm sorry I tried to bite you. The sight
of those pretty violets makes me feel happier than I did. I am going
to try to be good."

"I am glad of it," said Mr. Longears, as he hopped on through the
woods. "You see, you have already done some good in this world, even
if you are only tiny flowers," he said to the violets.

Then Uncle Wiggily went on to his hollow stump bungalow, and, reaching
there, he heard Nurse Jane saying:

"Oh, dear! This is terrible. Here I have the clothes almost washed,
and not a bit of bluing to rinse them in. Oh, why didn't I tell Wiggy
to bring me some blueing from the store? Oh, dear!"

"Ha! Perhaps these will do to make blue water," said the bunny uncle,
holding out the bunch of violets. "Would you like to help Nurse Jane?"
he asked the flowers.

"Oh, yes, very much!" cried the violets.

Then Uncle Wiggily dipped their blue heads in the clean rinsing
water--just a little dip so as not to make them catch cold--and enough
color came out of the violets to make the water properly blue for Nurse
Jane's clothes, so she could finish the washing.

"So you see you have done more good in the world," said Uncle Wiggily
to the flowers. Then he took them back and planted them in the woods
where they lived, and very glad they were to return, too.

"We have seen enough of the world," they said, and thereafter they were
glad enough to live down in the moss with the mother violet. And if
the umbrella doesn't turn inside out so the handle tickles its ribs and
makes it laugh in school, I'll