“Oh, thank you!” he called to the baker. “Thank you!”
“You are welcome,” was the answer, “and take the hot bread and potato with you,” and with that the baker jumped back in his tub and went on sailing, hoping to catch up to the butcher.
So Uncle Wiggily went to his hollow-stump bungalow, not being frozen any more, and all was well. And if the soft boiled egg doesn’t go sliding on the ice and fall down so it breaks all to pieces and has to be put in a pudding, I’ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the candlestick maker.
CHAPTER XIV
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CANDLESTICK MAKER
After supper, one night, Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, put on his tall silk hat, his fur-lined overcoat, and, taking his red, white and blue-striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch down off the piano, he started for the door.
“What! You are not going out to-night, are you?” asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, in surprise.
“Why, yes, for a little while,” answered the bunny uncle. “It has stopped raining, you know, and the ground has dried up. It is cold, but I have my fur coat, so I shall be nice and warm.”
“Where are you going?” asked Nurse Jane.
“To call on Mr. Longtail, the mouse gentleman. He likes night visits better than day ones, so that’s why I go in the evening. He’s like an owl that way.”