making some
coffee in an old empty tomato can they found near a wrinkly-crinkly stump.

"Oh, this is real jolly!" cried the pussy, as she warmed her paws and her
nose at the blaze. "It is much better than drinking milk out of a bottle."

"I think so myself," said the rabbit. "Now, if I could only find my
fortune I would be happy. But, perhaps, I shall to-morrow."

Well, pretty soon Uncle Wiggily and the pussy became sleepy so they
thought they would go to bed. They made their beds in the little green
bower-house on some soft, dried leaves.

"And I must have plenty of wood to put on the camp fire," said the rabbit,
"for in the night some bad animal might try to eat us, but when they see
the blaze they will be afraid and run away."

So he gathered a big pile of wood, and then he and the pussy went to
sleep. And in the middle of the night, as true as I'm telling you, yes,
indeed, along came sneaking the wushky-woshky with his three heads and
two tails and his one crinkly leg.

"Now, I'll have a fine meal," thought the wushky-woshky as he saw the
rabbit and the pussy sleeping. "Which one shall I take first?"

But all of a sudden his foot slipped on a stone and he made a noise, and
Uncle Wiggily awakened in an instant and cried out:

"Some one is after us!" Then the brave rabbit threw some wood on the camp
fire, and it blazed up so quickly that it burned the whiskers of the
wushky-woshky and he gave three howls, one with each of his mouths, and
away he hopped on his one leg, taking his two tails with him.

"My!" cried the pussy, "it's a good thing we had the camp fire, or we
would have been eaten up."

"Indeed it is," said the rabbit. "I'll keep it blazing all night." So he
did this, and no more wushky-woshkys came to bother them. And in the
morning the pussy and the rabbit traveled on together and they had quite
an adventure.

What it was I'll relate to you almost immediately, when, in case a little
girl named Elizabeth learns how to swim by standing on one toe and holding
a red balloon under water, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily and the
cowbird.

STORY XXX

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE COWBIRD

"Do you think you can help me find my way back home again?" asked the
pussy of Uncle Wiggily as they awakened the next morning, after having
spent the night in the woods by the camp fire.

"Oh, I'm sure I can," answered the rabbit. "As soon as we have our
breakfast we'll start off to look for your clothespin ho