and there, and everywhere, and
he jumped and leaped about so that the giant's little boy couldn't catch
him, for the big-little fellow wasn't very spry on his feet.

"Oh, I guess we had better not play that game any more," said the boy
giant, as he accidentally nearly stepped on Uncle Wiggily's left ear. "I
might hurt you. Let's play hide-and-go-seek."

But Uncle Wiggily was even better at this game than he had been at tag,
for he could hide in such small holes that the boy giant couldn't even see
them, so of course that wouldn't do for a game. It was no fun.

Then all at once it began to rain. My! how it did pour! It rained snips
and snails and puppy dogs' tails, with the puppies fast to the tails, of
course, and the streets were covered with them. Then it rained a few ice
cream cones, and Uncle Wiggily and the giant boy had all they wanted to
eat, the giant eating fourteen thousand seven hundred and eighty-six, and
part of another one, while Uncle Wiggily had only two cones.

"Oh, there is the rainbow!" cried the boy giant at last, as he saw the
beautiful gold and green and orange and red colors in the sky. "Now for
the pot of gold."

So he and Uncle Wiggily started off together to find it. But they had not
gone very far through the woods before they met the papa giant.

"Where are you going?" he asked of them.

"To the end of the rainbow to get the pot of gold," said the giant's
little boy.

"You don't need to," said the giant, "for there is none there. That is
only a fairy story. Wait, I'll show you."

So he stretched out his long arm as far as it would go and he reached away
down to the end of the rainbow and he felt all around with his long
fingers, and sure enough, there wasn't a bit of gold there, for his hand
came back empty.

"It's too bad," said the giant's little boy to Uncle Wiggily. "There is
nothing there for you. But perhaps you will find your fortune to-morrow.
Come and stay with me until morning."

So Uncle Wiggily went back to the giant's house, and the next day quite a
surprising adventure occurred to him, and in case the gasoline in my
motorboat doesn't wash all the paint off my red necktie I'll tell you next
about Uncle Wiggily and Grand-daddy Longlegs.

STORY XXXI

UNCLE WIGGILY AND DADDY LONGLEGS

Uncle Wiggily got up early the morning after the good giant had shown him
that there wasn't any gold at the end of the rainbow. The old gentleman
rabbit looked where a place had