"Well, I'll start on my travels again to-morrow," said Uncle Wiggily, as
his friends told him good-by.

Now what happened to him the next day I'll tell you very soon, for, in
case I see a chipmunk with a blue tail and a red nose climbing up the
clothes pole, the story will be about Uncle Wiggily and
Jack-in-the-pulpit.




STORY VIII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT


Uncle Wiggily was slowly hopping along through the woods, sometimes
leaning on his crutch, when his rheumatism pained him, and again skipping
along when he got out into the warm sunshine. It was the day after the
picnic, and the old gentleman rabbit felt a bit lonesome as all his
friends had gone back to their homes.

"I do declare!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he walked slowly along by a
little lake, where an August rabbit was running his motor boat, "if I
don't find my fortune pretty soon I won't have any vacation this year. I
must look carefully to-day, and see if I can't find a pot full of gold."

Well, he looked as carefully as he could, but my land sakes and a pair of
white gloves! he couldn't seem to find a smitch of gold and not so much as
a crumb of diamonds.