“Can’t we go any faster than this?” asked Baby Bunty. “I want to hurry home and wear my new shoes.”
“Oh, this is fast enough for my rheumatic joints,” spoke the rabbit gentleman, contented like.
Baby Bunty started to run backward.
“Why—why—where are you going?” asked Uncle Wiggily.
“Oh, I think the man forgot to put any laces in my new shoes!” cried Baby Bunty. “I must run back and get them. You wait for me, Uncle Wiggily.”
“No, I can’t wait,” said Mr. Longears. “I must go with you, to see that you don’t get lost!”
Back ran Baby Bunty and back ran Uncle Wiggily. And when they reached the shoe store the rat gentleman said:
“Why, the lacers are in the shoes!”
“Oh, how silly of me!” said Baby Bunty. “So they are! Now we must hop along fast, Uncle Wiggily, or it will be dark before we get home!” So, whether he liked it or not, Uncle Wiggily had to hop along very fast, and so did Baby Bunty. But it’s a good thing they did, for, when they were almost at the hollow stump bungalow, out popped the bad Pipsisewah, trying to get the new shoes.
And, only that Uncle Wiggily and Baby Bunty were hopping so fast, the Pip might have caught them.