mething bright and shining under a blackberry bush.

"Well, I do declare!" cried the old gentleman rabbit. "I think that looks
like gold. I hope I'm not fooled this time. I will go up very slowly and
carefully. Perhaps I shall find my fortune now."

So up he walked very softly, and he stooped down and picked up the shining
thing. And what do you think it was? Why a bright new penny--as shiny as
gold.

"Good luck!" cried Uncle Wiggily, "I am beginning to find money. Soon I
will be rich, and then I can stop traveling," and he put the penny in his
pocket.

Well, no sooner had he done so than he heard some one crying over behind a
raspberry bush. Oh, such a sad cry as it was, and the old gentleman rabbit
knew right away that some one was in trouble.

"Who is there?" he asked, as he felt in his pocket to see if his penny was
safe, for he thought that was the beginning of his fortune.

"Oh, I'm lost!" cried the voice. "I came to the store to buy a chocolate
lollypop, and I can't find my way back," and then out from behind the
raspberry bush came a tiny, little striped chipmunk with the tears falling
down on her little paws.

"Oh, you poor little dear!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "And so you are lost?
Well, don't you know what to do? As soon as you are lost you must go to a
policeman and ask him to take you home. Policemen always know where
everybody lives."

"But there are no policemen here," said the chipmunk, who was something
like a squirrel, only smaller.

"That's so," agreed Uncle Wiggily. "Well, pretend that I am a policeman,
and I'll take you home. Where do you live?"

"If I knew," said the chipmunk, "I would go home myself. All that I know
is that I live in a hollow stump."

"Hum!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "There are so many hollow stumps here,
that I can't tell which one it is. We will go to each one, and when you
find the one that is your home, just tell me."

"But that is not the worst," said the chipmunk. "I have lost my bright,
new penny that my mamma gave me for a chocolate lollypop. Oh dear. Isn't
it terrible."

"Perhaps this is your penny," said the old gentleman rabbit a bit sadly,
taking from his pocket the one he had found.

"It is the very one!" cried the lost chipmunk, joyfully. "Oh, how good of
you to find it for me."

"Well," thought Uncle Wiggily with a sorrowful sigh as he handed over the
penny, "I thought I had found the beginning of my fortune, but I've lost
it again. Never mind. I'll t