“Very well,” spoke Nurse Jane, as she put on a pocket handkerchief apron so she would not spatter carrot juice on her shirtwaist.
Well, Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far before, all of a sudden, he heard Nurse Jane crying out:
“Help! Help! Help! Oh, Uncle Wiggily, come here quickly!”
“My goodness me, sakes alive and some cinnamon ice cream!” cried the rabbit gentleman. “Nurse Jane must be in trouble.”
He gave three hops and a skip through the woods, and soon he was at the birch-bark bungalow, near the brook.
“What is the matter, Nurse Jane?” he asked, breathless like.
“Oh, I heard the most dreadful noise!” she said. “Listen!”
Then Uncle Wiggily heard:
“Baa! Baa! Baa!”
“Ha! Ha!” laughed the rabbit gentleman. “That is only a sheep singing. You will find plenty of them in the country, Nurse Jane.”