ng brush
doesn't whitewash the blackboard, so the chalk can't dance on it
with the pencil sharpener, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily
and the garden maid.

CHAPTER XXV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GARDEN MAID

"Hey, ho, hum!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit
gentleman, as he stretched up his twinkling, pink nose, and reached
his paws around his back to scratch an itchy place. "Ho, hum! I
wonder what will happen to me to-day?"

"Are you going out again?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
lady housekeeper. "It seems to me that you go out a great deal, Mr.
Longears."

"Well, yes; perhaps I do," admitted the bunny uncle. "But more
things happen to me when I go out than when I stay in the house."

"And do you like to have things happen to you?" asked Miss Fuzzy
Wuzzy.

"When they are adventures I do," answered the rabbit gentleman. "So
here I go off for an adventure."

Off started the nice, old, bunny uncle, carrying his red, white and
blue striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch--over his shoulder this
time. For his pain did not hurt him much, as the sun was shining, so
he did not have to limp on the crutch, which Nurse Jane had gnawed
for him out of a corn-stalk.

Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far toward the fields and woods
before he heard Nurse Jane calling to him.

"Oh, Wiggy! Wiggy, I say! Wait a moment!"

"Yes, what is it?" asked the rabbit gentleman, turning around and
looking over his shoulder. "Have I forgotten anything?"

"No, it was I who forgot," said the muskrat lady housekeeper. "I
forgot to tell you to bring me a bottle of perfume. Mine is all
gone."

"All right, I'll bring you some," promised Mr. Longears. "It will
give me something to do--to go to the perfume store. Perhaps an
adventure may happen to me there."

Once more he was on his way, and soon he reached the perfume store,
kept by a nice buzzing bee lady, who gathered sweet smelling
perfume, as well as honey, from the flowers in Summer and put it
carefully away for the Winter.

"Some perfume for Nurse Jane, eh?" said the bee lady, as the rabbit
gentleman knocked on her hollow-tree house. "There you are, Uncle
Wiggily," and she gave him a bottle of the nice scent made from a
number of flowers.

"My! That smells lovely!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he pulled out
the cork, and took a long sniff. "Nurse Jane will surely like that
perfume!"

With the sweet scented bottle in his paw, the rabbit gentleman