“Oh, dear!” the little pussy was saying. “I don’t know how to get them clean! What shall I do? I can’t go home with my mittens all soiled, or my mamma will whip me.”
Of course, Mrs. Purr, the cat lady, would not do anything like that, but Muzzo thought she would.
“What are you trying to do to clean your mittens, Muzzo?” asked Uncle Wiggily.
“Oh, how you surprised me!” exclaimed the second little lost kitten. “I did not know you were here.”
“Billie Wagtail and I came to look for you,” said Uncle Wiggily. “But what about your mittens?”
“Oh, I have been dipping them in snow, trying to clean them,” said Muzzo. “Only the pie-juice will not come out.”
“Of course not,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, with a laugh. “It needs hot soap suds and water to clean them. You come home to my bungalow and we will get some.”
“Oh, I am so cold and tired I can’t go another step,” said the second little kitten, who had run away from home after she soiled her mittens. “I just can’t.”
“Well, then, I don’t know how you are going to get your mittens washed, out here in the cold and snow,” said the rabbit gentleman.
“Ha! I know a way!” said Billie Wagtail, the goat boy.