lar bill to buy him four, and
Busy Beaver gave me a fifty-cent piece to buy him two, and Parson Owl
just now pinned in my inside pocket a ten-dollar lettuce bill to pay for
forty stamps."

"I wonder what he wants so many stamps for?" said Professor Jim Crow.
"Why doesn't he buy a Liberty Bond?"

"Maybe he wants to give them away," answered the little rabbit. "But I
mustn't stop--I must be going."

"Wait, wait," said Professor Jim Crow. "Here's some money. Buy me ten
Thrift Stamps," and he handed over a two and one-half dollar lettuce
bill. "Don't lose the half," added the wise old crow, and then he flew
up into his old pine tree and cawed away right merrily. And after that
the little rabbit hopped along and when he came to the Post Office, he
went up to the little stamp window and asked the old maid grasshopper,
who was the postmistress, you remember--but if you don't, she was, just
the same, for Bobbie Redvest told me so--if there were any letters. But
there was only the Rabbitville Gazette done up in a pink wrapper and
yellow two-cent stamp.

"Have you Thrift Stamps?" asked Bunny Boy. And when the lady grasshopper
said yes, he told her just how many he wanted, for he could remember
everything, you see, which is more than I can, let me tell you, unless
I look back over this story. And after he had put the stamps carefully
in his knapsack with little pieces of wax paper between so that they
wouldn't stick together, he started back for the Old Bramble Patch. And
in the next story, if all those stamps don't get angry and try to lick
each other, I'll tell you what happened after that.

BUSY TIMES

When Little Jack Rabbit finally reached home with the stamps and the
Rabbitville Gazette, he found his Uncle John singing at the piano this
lovely song:

The Autumn leaves are falling
Along the Woodland ways,
In scarlet, brown and yellow coats
These cool November days.

They rustle by the Old Rail Fence,
They whisper in the lane,
Or from the shivering half-clad trees
They sing a sad refrain.

But Mrs. Rabbit was too busy putting up carrot preserves and lettuce
pickles to even listen. All the little people of the Shady Forest and
Sunny Meadow were getting ready for Winter.

The little feathered people were pruning their wings for a long flight
to the warm Southland, and the four-footed folk were gathering nuts and
grain for their storehouses.

The Squirrel Brothers had a bu