I’ll take him to the candy store
To get an ice cream cone.”
“Ha, ha!” laughed Uncle Lucky, and he told a funny story of a crab who, by walking backwards into an orchard, made all the trees bear crab apples, which so provoked the farmer that he boiled the crab and ate him for supper.
By and by the little cuckoo began to sing from her little clock house: “Time for bed, time for bed!” At once the three little rabbits hopped upstairs, first blowing out all the electric lights so that Hungry Hawk, who is always looking for little mice and rabbits, wouldn’t be able to see the little white bungalow.
And when everything was quiet a tiny fly asked Little Miss Cricket:
“Is there any cheese in Lady Love’s cupboard?”
But the little cricket wouldn’t tell where Lady Love kept all her good things and neither would I and neither would the canary bird who was sound asleep with her head under her wing.
The next morning, bright and early, Uncle Lucky shouted over the ’phone: “Is this the Three-in-One Cent Store? Don’t forget to put in Little Jack Rabbit’s radio apparatus?”
“We’ll have it installed to-day—don’t worry.”
“Let’s invite all our friends over to-night,” said Uncle Lucky, turning to Little Jack Rabbit.