“Why don’t you jump, as I do?” asked Baby Bunty.
“Oh, my joints are too stiff,” said the bunny rabbit. “I’m getting old, Baby Bunty.”
“Well, then I’ll have to make you lively!” cried the little rabbit girl.
“Oh, please don’t do any more of your tricks!” begged Uncle Wiggily with a laugh. “Just let me hobble along in peace and quietness on my rheumatism crutch. And, Baby Bunty, there is one favor I want to beg of you.”
“What is it?” asked the little rabbit girl as she waved her paw to a spotted lady bug, friendly like.
“Don’t ask me to go in that eleven and twelve cent store with you to get your new hat,” spoke the bunny. “I’ll go as far as the door with you and give you the money. But I’ll wait outside. I never can bear to hop up and down the aisles, from the soap department over to the lace veil counter doing shopping. I’ll wait for you outside.”
“Very well,” said Baby Bunty. “But I think it would do your stiffness good to come in. However, we shall see.”
So Uncle Wiggily hopped on with the lively little rabbit girl, and soon they were at the—nineteen and twenty cent store, I think. You can look back and make sure.
“Now, I’ll wait here for you,” said the rabbit gentleman, sitting down in a sunny place outside. “Take the money and get a new hat Bunty.”
“What’s the matter with your pa? Isn’t he feeling well?” asked a little mousie girl clerk, as she came up to wait on Baby Bunty, and saw the rabbit gentleman staying outside.