“Come over and sit by me,” said Old Squire Nutcracker. “Here’s something about your Uncle.” And then he started to read:
“Mr. John Hare has just repainted his house on the corner of Carrot Avenue and Cabbage Square. He says he must have his house nice and white so he can see it late at night.”
And then Squirrel Nutcracker laughed some more, and he laughed so hard that a hickory nut rolled out of his coat pocket and fell on the lady conductor’s little toe and made her dreadfully angry, for she thought Little Jack Rabbit had shot the nut out of his little popgun, you know.
And just then the trolley bell began to ring like everything. Maybe there was some one on the track.
FARMER DADDY LONGLEGS
Now, let me see where we left off in the last story. Oh, yes, I remember now. It was just as the trolley car bell rang on the way to Bunnybridge.
“What’s the matter?” asked Squirrel Nutcracker, for the car stopped so suddenly that his hat came off. And then they heard the motorman, who was a billy goat, say:
“Why don’t you get out of the way
With your cracky old wagon of hay,
Why don’t you look back