Uncle Wiggily said:

"That sounds like Muzzo now."

"Perhaps it is. Let's look," said Billie Wagtail.

He and the bunny uncle looked over the pile of snow, and there,
surely enough, they saw a little white pussy cat sitting on a stone,
looking at her mittens, which were all covered with red pie-juice.

"Oh, dear!" the little pussy was saying. "I don't know how to get
them clean! What shall I do? I can't go home with my mittens all
soiled, or my mamma will whip me."

Of course, Mrs. Purr, the cat lady, would not do anything like that,
but Muzzo thought she would.

"What are you trying to do to clean your mittens, Muzzo?" asked
Uncle Wiggily.

"Oh, how you surprised me!" exclaimed the second little lost kitten.
"I did not know you were here."

"Billie Wagtail and I came to look for you," said Uncle Wiggily.
"But what about your mittens?"

"Oh, I have been dipping them in snow, trying to clean them," said
Muzzo. "Only the pie-juice will not come out."

"Of course not," spoke Uncle Wiggily, with a laugh. "It needs hot
soap-suds and water to clean them. You come home to my bungalow and
we will get some."

"Oh, I am so cold and tired I can't go another step," said the
second little kitten, who had run away from home after she soiled
her mittens. "I just can't."

"Well, then, I don't know how you are going to get your mittens
washed, out here in the cold and snow," said the rabbit gentleman.

"Ha! I know a way!" said Billie Wagtail, the goat boy.

"How?" asked Uncle Wiggily.

"I'll get an empty tomato can," spoke Billie. "I know where there is
one, for I was eating the paper off it, to get the paste, just
before you came along."

Goats like to eat paper off tomato cans, you know, because the paper
is stuck on with sweet paste, and that is as good to goat children
as candy is to you.

"I'll go get the tomato can," said Billie, "and you can make a fire,
Uncle Wiggily."

"And then what?" asked the rabbit gentleman.

"Then we will melt some snow, and make some hot water," went on
Billie. "I have a cake of soap in my pocket, that I just bought at
the store for my mother.

"With the hot water in the can, and the soap, we can make a suds,
and wash Muzzo's mittens out here as well as at your bungalow."

"So we can, Billie!" cried the bunny uncle. "You go get the empty
tomato tin and I'll make the fire. You needn't try to wash your
soiled mittens in the snow any more, Muzzo," he said to the second
lost ki