No sooner had Uncle Lucky closed the window than some one knocked on the front door.
“Be careful,” whispered Mrs. Swallow from her tiny nest as Uncle Lucky hopped out on the front porch.
The tiny sparrow’s bright eyes had spied Old Man Weasel under the woodpile, but I guess the dear old gentleman rabbit didn’t hear her for, without looking about, he shook hands with the Old Brown Horse.
“How are all the folks?” asked Uncle Lucky kindly. “Anybody got the measles?”
“Nope, but the automobile has a flat tire,” answered the friendly old horse.
“Ha, ha!” laughed the old gentleman rabbit. “You should worry!”
“I must get back before supper,” answered the Old Brown Horse. “Maybe I’ll be hitched up to the buggy. I come in very handy when something breaks down.
“I used to pull the children
In the buggy to the town,
And over hill and thru the dale