"Well, a little puppy dog," said Jackie. "That's the same to us as a real baby is to real persons."
"To be sure," agreed the bunny uncle. "I'll come over and see the new baby puppy," and putting on his tall silk hat, and taking down his red-white-and-blue-striped barber pole rheumatism crutch from the electric light, Mr. Longears started away over the fields to the kennel house, where the Bow Wow dog family lived.
"There's the new baby puppy!" cried Jackie, as he poked away the straw from the bed where something was moving about.
"I—why, bless my spectacles—I can hardly see him!" said Uncle Wiggily, taking off his glasses to polish them, for he thought maybe he had splashed some carrot oatmeal on them at breakfast and that they were clouded over.
"He's so small, that's why you can't see him," spoke Peetie. "But he'll soon grow big like us, Uncle Wiggily."
"Let us hope so," spoke the bunny uncle. "He's so small now I'd be afraid of stepping on him if I lived here."
"He's got awful cute eyes," said Peetie. "They aren't open yet, but I can pull 'em apart a little bit to show you they're going to be blue color, I guess," and Peetie began opening the shut eyes of his little baby brother puppy. Of course, the puppy whined and Mrs. Bow Wow called:
"Now, what are you boys doing to that baby?"
"Nothing, ma," answered Jackie.
"We're jest pokin' open his eyes so Uncle Wiggily can see 'em," answered Peetie.