medicine.

"Brighteyes, you get a napkin so he won't spill any of it on his
clothes," went on her papa, "and Mrs. Pigg you please be ready with a
glass of water, for Uncle Wiggily will want a drink right after he takes
this."

Well everything was all ready, and Buddy stood there to help, and so did
Brighteyes.

"One, two, three! Take it!" suddenly cried Dr. Pigg, and he poured the
teaspoonful of the many-colored mixture down Uncle Wiggily's throat.
Brighteyes held the napkin so none of it would get on the rabbit's coat,
and Mrs. Pigg was there with the glass of water, which Uncle Wiggily
took very quickly.

Well, I wish you could have seen the face Uncle Wiggily made when he
swallowed the rheumatism medicine! It was just like a clown in the
circus, only funnier. But Brighteyes and Buddy didn't even giggle, which
was very kind of them.

"Do you feel any better?" asked Dr. Pigg, after Uncle Wiggily had
stopped making faces. "Is the pain gone?"

"No, I can't say that it is," answered the rabbit. "It seems to be worse
than ever," and he rubbed his leg and tried to get up, but he couldn't
leave the chair, even with his crutch, which Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy had
gnawed for him out of a cornstalk.

"Oh, that's too bad!" exclaimed Dr. Pigg. "I must try a new kind of