in the washtub. Anyhow, he and the rabbit gentleman became good friends.

And now I am going to tell you what happened when Uncle Wiggily met the
red squirrel.

"Where do you think you will go to look for your fortune to-day, Uncle
Wiggily?" asked the little boy with the red trousers the next morning,
after the rabbit had stayed all night at the farm house.

"I do not know," said the rabbit gentleman. "Perhaps I had better do some
traveling at night. I couldn't find the pot of gold at the end of the
rainbow, but perhaps there may be a gold, or silver fortune, at the end of
a moon-beam. I think I'll try."

"Oh, but don't you get sleepy at night?" asked the little boy's mother as
she fried an ice cream cone for Uncle Wiggily's breakfast.

"Well, I could sleep in the day time, and then I would stay awake at
night," answered the traveling uncle, blinking his ears.

"Oh, but aren't you afraid of the bogeyman at night?" inquired the boy
with the red hair--I mean trousers.

"There are no such things as bogeymen," said Uncle Wiggily, "and if there
were any, they would not harm you. I am not a bit afraid in the dark,
except that I don't like mosquitoes to bite me. I think I'll travel
to-morrow night, and look for gold at the end of the moon-beam."

So he started off that day, and he went only a short distance, for he
wanted to find a place to sleep in order that he would be wide awake when