"Hum! I hardly know what to do," replied the old gentleman rabbit. "Of
course I must be on the watch for my fortune, but, as I don't seem to be
finding it very fast, what do you say to having a picnic to-day?"

"The very thing!" cried pussy. "We will get some lunch, and go off in the
woods and eat it. Only we ought to have a lot more people. Two are hardly
enough for a picnic."

"I would like some of my friends to come to it," spoke Uncle Wiggily, "but
I am afraid they are too far off."

"Couldn't you send them word by telephone?" inquired the pussy. "I'm sure
I would like to meet them, for I have heard so much about Sammie and
Susie Littletail, and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail."

"There is no telephone in these woods," replied Uncle Wiggily, "and we
haven't time to send them postcards. I wish I could get word to them,
however, but I don't s'pose I can."

"Yes, you can!" suddenly cried a voice down in the grass. "I'll tell all
your friends to come to the picnic if you like."

"Indeed, I would like it," said the rabbit, "but who are you, if I may be
so bold as to ask? I can't see you."

"There he is--it's a big June bug!" exclaimed the pussy.

"I beg your pardon," spoke the bug quickly, as he crawled out from under a
leaf and sat on a toadstool. "But I am not a June bug, if you please."