"I'm going for the doctor," answered Sister Sallie.

"Are you sick?" inquired Jimmie. "You don't look so."

"No, it's Billie Bushytail," said the little girl squirrel. "He is quite
ill, and I am going for Dr. Possum. Billie has a fever and headache, and
he snuffles something terrible. His papa and mamma are quite worried
about him. Isn't it terrible to be sick?"

"I don't know," answered Jimmie, "for I was never sick."

"I was once," remarked Alice, "and it is not nice, I do assure you.
Suppose we go call on Billie Bushytail Maybe we could cheer him up."

"I think that would be lovely," spoke Sister Sallie. "You go see him,
while I hurry for the doctor."

So the three Wibblewobble children walked on through the pleasant woods,
until they came to the place where the Bushytail family had moved. Their
home was now in a hollow stump, close to the ground, and there was a
fallen tree leading up to it, just like a plank over the brook, so the
ducks could easily walk up it. They went right to the front door, and
Jimmie knocked with his strong, yellow bill. Mrs. Bushytail opened the
door, and when she saw the little ducklings, she said:

"Oh, my dears! Do not come too near, for we don't know what disease Billie
may have. I would not want you to catch it."

"Oh, we are not afraid," spoke Jimmie. "But we will not come too near. We