"Thank you," said Uncle Wiggily, as he kissed the two rabbit children and
their mamma, and shook hands with Papa Littletail. Then off the old
gentleman bunny hopped with his crutch.

Well, he went along for quite a distance, over the hills, and down the
road, and through the woods, and, as the sun got higher and warmer, his
rheumatism felt better.

"I do believe Dr. Possum was right!" said Uncle Wiggily. "Traveling is
just the thing for me," and he felt so very jolly that he whistled a
little tune about a peanut wagon, which roasted lemonade, and boiled and
frizzled Easter eggs that Mrs. Cluk-Cluk laid.

"Ha! Where are you going?" suddenly asked a voice, as Uncle Wiggily
finished the tune.

"I'm going to seek my fortune," replied Uncle Wiggily. "Who are you,
pray?"

"Oh, I'm a friend of yours," said the voice, and Uncle Wiggily looked all
around, but he couldn't discover any one.

"But where are you?" the puzzled old gentleman rabbit wanted to know. "I
can't see you."

"No, and for a very good reason," answered the voice. "You see I have very
weak eyes, and if I came out in the sun, without my smoked glasses on, I
might get blind. So I have to hide down in this hollow stump."

"Then put on your glasses and come out where I can see you," invited the