“Oh, yum-yum!” cried Tommie, as he ate the sweet stuff.
“Oh, dear!” cried Beckie. “It was candy, after all. What kind of a joke do you call that?”
“I—I don’t know,” answered Neddie, rubbing his nose with his paw. “I guess Uncle Wigwag played a different one this time.”
“Then we oughtn’t to play a mean joke on him, as long as he played such a nice candy joke on us,” said the little bear girl.
“I guess you’re right,” agreed Neddie. “We’ll tell him not to go get that letter.”
But, before they could do this, Tommie Kat saw the white envelope out on the sawdust-covered ice puddle.
“Oh, joy!” he cried again. “Maybe that’s more candy!” And, before either Beckie or Neddie could call to him, Tommie rushed out to get the make-believe letter. And as soon as he got on the ice, which he couldn’t see because of the sawdust on top, down he went ker-bunko! his feet sliding out from under him, and the candy scattering all over.
“Oh, dear!” cried Tommie Kat. “I’m all sawdust! And the nice candy! Oh, dear! It’s all lost!”
Neddie and Beckie rushed out from behind their tree.
“We didn’t mean that you should fall, Tommie,” said Neddie, as he helped the little kitten boy to stand up. “That was for a joke on Uncle Wigwag.”