“I’ll go for the medicine myself,” Nurse Jane said, and, tying her tail up in a double bow-knot, so she would not step on it, and trip, as she hurried along, over to Dr. Possum’s she went.
The doctor was just starting out to go to see Nannie Wagtail, the little goat girl, who had the hornache, but before going there Dr. Possum ran back into his office, got a big bottle of medicine, which he gave to Nurse Jane, saying:
“When you get back to the hollow-stump bungalow pull out the cork and rub some on Uncle Wiggily’s pain.”
“Rub the cork on?” asked Nurse Jane, sort of surprised like.
“No, rub on some of the medicine from the bottle,” answered Dr. Possum, laughing as he hurried off.
Uncle Wiggily had a bad pain when Nurse Jane got back.
“I’ll soon fix you,” said the muskrat lady. “Wait until I get the cork out of this bottle.” But that was more easily said than done. Nurse Jane tried with all her might to pull out the cork with her paws and even with her teeth. Then she used a hair pin, but it only bent and twisted itself all up in a knot.
“Oh, hurry with the medicine!” begged Uncle Wiggily. “Hurry, please!”
“I can’t get the cork out,” said Nurse Jane. “The cork is stuck in the bottle.”
“Let me try,” spoke the bunny uncle. But he could not get the cork out, either, and his pain was getting worse all the while.