his left ear, and just
brushed that cake into the ant's house as easily as anything.

"My, how strong and brave you are," cried the little red ant. "Won't you
let me get you a glass of water?"

"I would like it," said the rabbit, "for it is quite warm to-day."

Well, that ant got Uncle Wiggily a glass of water, but you know how it
is--an ant's glass is so very small that it only holds as much water as
you could put on the point of a pin, and really, I'm not exaggerating a
bit, when I say that Uncle Wiggily drank seventeen thousand four hundred
and twenty-six and a half ant-glasses of water before he had enough. It
took all the ants for a mile around to bring the water to him, but they
didn't mind, because they liked him.

Then the old gentleman rabbit traveled on again, and when it came night he
slept under a haystack.

"I am sure I'll find my fortune to-day," thought Uncle Wiggily as he got
up and brushed the hay seed out of his ears the next morning.

It was a bright, beautiful day, and he hadn't gone very far before he
heard some fine music.

"My, there must be a hand-organ around here," he said to himself. "And
perhaps there is another monkey. I'll watch out."

So he stood on his hind legs, Uncle Wiggily did, and the music played
louder, and all of a sudden the rabbit looked down the road, and there was
a nice circus, with the white tents, all covered with flags, and bands
playing, and elephants squirting water through their long noses over their
backs to wash the dust off. And lions and tigers were roaring, and the
horses were running, and the fat lady was drinking pink lemonade, and Oh!
it was fine!

"I've got fifty cents, and I guess I'll go to the circus," thought Uncle
Wiggily, and he was just entering the big tent when he happened to see a
man with a lot of red and green and yellow and pink balloons. Now, you
would have thought that man would have been happy, having so many
balloons, but he wasn't. He looked very sad, that man did, and he was
almost crying.

"Poor man!" thought Uncle Wiggily. "Perhaps he has no money to go in the
circus. I'll give him mine. Here is fifty cents, Mr. Man," said the old
gentleman rabbit, kindly. "Take it and go see the elephant eat peanuts."

"Oh, that is very good of you," spoke the balloon man, "but I don't want
to go to the circus. I want to sell my balloons, but no one will buy
them."

"Why not?" asked the rabbit.

"Oh, because there are so many other things t