So he said good-by to Mother Goose and Grandpa Gander, and away hopped the bunny uncle gentleman over the fields and through the woods.
“I wonder if I could find those four-and-twenty tailors?” thought Uncle Wiggily. “Four-and-twenty—that’s just two dozen—quite a number. I wonder why they all left their shops? I wonder——?”
And just then from behind some bushes he heard some voices saying:
“You go up and jab her!”
“No, you do it!”
“I’m afraid!”
“Well, so am I. Hi there, who has a yardstick? Let whoever has a yardstick go up and jab her!”
“And let some one tickle her with a needle.”
“You do it!”
“No, you. I’m afraid.”