"I think you will want to when you know where we are going," said his
papa.

"Where are we going?"

"To Grandpa Wibblewobble's."

"Oh, goody!" cried Lulu and Jimmie at once, for they always had a nice
time at their grandfather's. So the ducks set off through the woods and
over the fields, and every time they came to a bit of water they swam over
it as fast as a cat can wash her face.

Pretty soon, after awhile, not very long, they came to the pen where
Grandpa Wibblewobble lived with his daughter, Miss Weezy Wibblewobble, who
kept house for him.

"Ha, I think grandpa has company," said Papa Wibblewobble, as they came
close to the pen and heard talking. "Yes, he certainly has." And, sure
enough, the old gentleman duck had. And whom do you suppose it was? My
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit!

"How is your rheumatism?" asked Mrs. Wibblewobble of Uncle Wiggily
Longears, after they had sat down.

"Oh, it doesn't seem to get any better," he answered. "I have carried a
piece of horse chestnut in one ear, and a bit of dried potato in the other
for ever so long, but nothing seems to do me any good. I am going to have
a new doctor soon if I don't get well. Oh my, yes, and some pepper hash on
bread and butter also! Ha! Hum! Oh my! Ouch! and Jack and the Bean
Stalk!" Uncle Wiggily called out that last because his rheumatism hurt so.