Quickly the rabbit gentleman turned around, and lowered his long ears, so they would not stick up over the tops of the bushes.
“I am not sure, as yet, whether I want to wait for whoever this is, or not,” said Uncle Wiggily, cautious like and reserved. “If it’s the Pipsisewah, or the Skuddlemagoon, I certainly don’t want them to see me, or the see the souse on my ears.”
Again the voice cried:
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! Wait for me! Where are you. I saw you a moment ago, but now I can’t see you! Please wait for mee!”
“Why, that’s Baby Bunty!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, with a joyful twinkle of his pink nose. “My dear little baby rabbit, who was found in a stump! Of course I’ll wait for her.”
Then Uncle Wiggily let his ears flop up, so they could be seen over the bushes, and the little rabbit girl cried:
“Oh, now I can see you! Wait a minute and I’ll hop to where you are.”
Uncle Wiggily sat on a stump and waited. Pretty soon Baby Bunty came hopping along the woodland path.
“My goodness me, sakes alive and some peanut butter cakes!” cried the rabbit gentleman. “What is that yellow stuff on your paws, Baby Bunty?”
“Those are yellow flowers,” said Baby Bunty. “I picked both my paws full of them, and I’m going to give them to Nurse Jane.”