Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far before, all at once from around the corner of a snowbank he heard a sad, little voice crying:
“Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!”
“My goodness!” said the bunny uncle. “Some one else is in trouble. I wonder who it can be this time?”
He looked, and saw a little boy standing in the snow.
“Hello!” cried Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly voice. “Who are you, and what’s the matter?”
“I am Little Tommie Tucker,” was the answer. “And the matter is I’m hungry.”
“Hungry, eh?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “Well, why don’t you eat?”
“I guess you forgot about me and the Mother Goose book,” spoke the boy. “I’m in that book, and it says about me:
“‘Little Tommie Tucker,
Must sing for his supper.