“One, two, three, S. O. S.
Who is calling? Can’t you guess?”
“No, who is it?” answered a voice.
“Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot. My nephew, Little Jack Rabbit, should be vaccinated. Can you come over to the Old Bramble Patch at once?”
“In about fifteen minutes,” replied the famous duck doctor.
Hanging up the receiver, Uncle Lucky hopped out to the garage and, cranking the Luckymobile, started off for the Sunny Meadow.
By and by, after a while, but not quite a mile, he came to the dear Old Bramble Patch, in the center of which safe and secure stood the little bungalow in which Little Jack Rabbit lived with Lady Love, his bunny mother.
“Honk, honk!” went the Luckymobile horn, and the next minute out hopped Little Jack Rabbit.
“Has Dr. Quack been here?” asked the old gentleman bunny, taking out his gold watch and chain.
“He just left,” answered his bunny nephew. “He vaccinated me. Mother gave me a carrot cent afterwards to buy a lollypop with ’cause I didn’t make a fuss.”