STORY XIX
THE RATS WHO TOOK THE EGGS
Nothing had happened at the Wibblewobble house in several days, and Jimmie and Lulu and Alice were beginning to feel that it was about time they went off on another picnic, or else tried to find the fairy prince again. But, one day, just as Jimmie was looking for his baseball and his catching glove, his mamma came out of the pantry, where she had gone to get some dishes to set the table.
"Did any of you children take my eggs?" she asked, and she looked very severely at them.
"What? Are the eggs gone?" asked Aunt Lettie, the old lady goat.
"Yes," said Mamma Wibblewobble, "there were just thirteen eggs, and now there are only ten. Three have been taken, and I hope Lulu and Alice and Jimmie didn't touch them."
"Oh, no indeed, mamma," spoke Alice very quickly, as she finished tying a sky-blue-pink ribbon around her neck. "I never touched them."
"Neither did I," added Lulu.
"Nor me," said Jimmie. "I don't like eggs anyhow."