t put goldfish in the ink bottle,
to make the puppy dog laugh when he goes to bed, I'll tell you next
about Uncle Wiggily and the second kittie.

CHAPTER XVIII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SECOND KITTEN

"Well, where are you going now, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane
Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, of the rabbit gentleman,
one day as she saw him starting out of his hollow-stump bungalow,
after he had found the first of the little kittens who had soiled
their mittens.

"I am going to look for the second little lost kitten," replied the
bunny uncle, "though where she may be I don't know. Her name is
Muzzo."

"Why, her name is almost like mine, isn't it?" asked Nurse Jane
Fuzzy Wuzzy.

"A little like it," said Uncle Wiggily. "Poor little Muzzo! She and
the other two kittens ran off after they had soiled their mittens,
eating cherry pie when their mother, Mrs. Purr, was not at home."

"It is very good of you to go looking for them," said Nurse Jane.

"Oh, I just love to do things like that," spoke the rabbit
gentleman. "Well, good-by. I'll see if I can't find the second
kitten now."

Away started the rabbit gentleman, over the fields and through the
woods, looking on all sides for the second lost kitten, whose name
was Muzzo.

"Where are you, kittie?" called Uncle Wiggily. "Where are you,
Muzzo? Come to me! Never mind if your mittens are soiled by
cherry-pie-juice. I'll find a way to clean them."

But no Muzzo answered. Uncle Wiggily looked everywhere, under bushes
and in the tree tops; for sometimes kitty cats climb trees, you
know; but no Muzzo could he find. Then Uncle Wiggily walked a little
farther, and he saw Billie Wagtail, the goat boy, butting his head
in a snow-bank.

"What are you doing, Billie?" asked the rabbit gentleman.

"Oh, just having some fun," answered Billie, standing up on his hind
legs.

"You haven't seen a little lost kitten, with cherry-pie-juice on her
new mittens, have you?" asked the rabbit gentleman.

"No, I am sorry to say I have not," said Billie, politely. "Did you
lose one?"

"No, she lost herself," said Uncle Wiggily, and he told about Muzzo.

"I'll help you look for her," offered the goat boy, so he and Uncle
Wiggily started off together to try to find poor little lost Muzzo,
and bring her home to her mother, Mrs. Purr.

Pretty soon, as the rabbit gentleman and the goat boy were walking
along they heard a little mewing cry behind a pile of snow, and