e to see you about it, Doctor," and the old rabbit rubbed his leg
very, very softly.

"Ah! ha! Ahem!" exclaimed Dr. Pigg, as he puffed himself up, and looked
as important as possible. "Of course, I remember now. I sent word to you
that I had a new cure for rheumatism. I heard the doctors mention it in
the hospital, and I thought I would try it on you."

"That's very kind of you," said Uncle Wiggily, "and you can't try it
any too soon, for I am in great pain," and he made such a funny face,
with his nose wiggling, and his ears waving back and forth, like fans on
a hot night, and his eyes--one looking up and the other down--altogether
it was so funny that Buddy and his sister wanted to laugh, only they
didn't, for they knew it wouldn't be polite, and might hurt Uncle
Wiggily's feelings.

"I will have some medicine for you in a jiffy!" exclaimed Dr. Pigg; a
jiffy, you know, being almost as quick as half a wink.

So the guinea pig doctor got a bottle of red medicine, and one of blue,
and one of pink, and another bottle of green medicine, and he got some
red pills and some black pills and some white powder and some yellow
powder and then he took some molasses and maple sugar, and stirred them
all up together. Oh, it was a funny-looking mixture I can tell you, all
colors of the rainbow, just as when Sammie fell into the pot of Easter
dye.

"Now Mrs. Pigg, you stir that up well, and we'll give Uncle Wiggily some
as soon as it is cool," said Dr. Pigg, for he had cooked the medicine on
the stove.

"It doesn't look very nice," observed Uncle Wiggily sort of
anxious-like.

"Rheumatism medicine never does," said Dr. Pigg.

"And it doesn't smell very nice," went on Uncle Wiggily.

"Rheumatism medicines never do," cheerfully said Dr. Pigg, "and, what is
more, it doesn't taste very nice, either, Uncle Wiggily; but you must
take it, if you are to get well."

"I suppose I must," remarked the old rabbit with a sigh, as Mrs. Pigg
kept on stirring the mixture. Well, pretty soon it was cool enough to
take.

"Now, Buddy, you bring a spoon," ordered Dr. Pigg, and when the little
boy guinea pig brought one, his father poured into it some of the
medicine.

"Brighteyes, you get a napkin so he won't spill any of it on his
clothes," went on her papa, "and Mrs. Pigg you please be ready with a
glass of water, for Uncle Wiggily will want a drink right after he takes
this."

Well everything was all ready, and Buddy stood there to hel