“Did you do your jumping lesson to-day?” asked the old gentleman rabbit, after a bit.
“Yes,” said Sammie. “I practiced half an hour.”
“Let me see how well you can jump,” spoke the bunny uncle. “I used to be a pretty good jumper when I was young.”
So Sammie jumped from one stump, far over a log, to another.
“Fine!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “That’s better than I can do, but I’ll try.”
He did try, and, though he could not leap as far as Sammie had done, Mr. Longears did very well. If it had not been for his rheumatism he could have done better.
He and Sammie jumped about for some time, and all at once they were surprised to hear a voice saying:
“Oh, dear! I wish I could jump as far as that. But I don’t believe I shall ever be able to. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!”
“Ha! That sounds like trouble,” said Uncle Wiggily. “Who are you and where are you?”
“I’m Jack, and I’m behind this big stone,” was the answer, and out stepped a boy.