“Well, something is surely going to happen now,” thought the bunny rabbit.
It did not take long for Baby Bunty to catch up to Mr. Longears, for she was a lively little rabbit girl.
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily!” she gasped. “I know where you are going! You are going after my new shoes. I heard Nurse Jane tell you! I was playing tag down behind the rain water barrel. I didn’t mean to listen, but I couldn’t help hearing. Please take me with you.”
Well, what could Uncle Wiggily do? He didn’t want to hurt Baby Bunty’s feelings, and he certainly was going after her shoes. So he said:
“Now, look here, Baby Bunty! No tricks, you know! No making me hop up and down stairs to look at you try on new hats, you know!”
“Of course not!” laughed the little rabbit girl. “Besides, we are going after shoes today, and I don’t have to try them on. Nurse Jane helped me buy them yesterday. I’ll be good.”
“And please be quiet—don’t make me do any extra hopping today!” begged the bunny rabbit gentleman. “My joints are too stiff.”
Baby Bunty had a funny little twinkle in her eyes as she hopped along with Mr. Longears. Soon they were at the shoe store and a nice rat gentleman handed Mr. Longears a neat package.
“Well, this isn’t so bad,” thought the bunny rabbit. “There’s to be no trying on, and, in consequence, there can be no hopping up and down stairs.”
With the shoe package under one leg, and holding Bunty’s paw in his other one, Uncle Wiggily started back for the hollow stump bungalow.