“That isn’t my pa—it’s Uncle Wiggily,” said the little shopper. “He’s getting stiff, but I’ll soon make him feel better.”
Then she began to shop around and look at hats, and pretty soon, having tried on one with carrot trimmings, she went to the door and called:
“Uncle Wiggily! Please come in and see if this looks well on me!”
“Oh, my!” groaned Uncle Wiggily. “Must I come in? Well, only this once.”
Slowly he hopped in, looked at Bunty’s hat, and said:
“Oh, yes. That’s fine. Have it wrapped up and we’ll get home.”
“Oh, but there’s a hat with real radishes on, up on the next floor!” said the little rabbit girl, as she laid aside the carrot hat. “Let’s go look at that!”
Up the stairs she hopped and Uncle Wiggily had to hop after, groaning at his aching joints. Baby Bunty tried on the radish hat.
“That’s fine!” said Uncle Wiggily. “Buy it!”