“Where will they go?” asked Uncle Wiggily.
“I don’t know. Please don’t ask so many questions,” Nurse Jane answered, as she tried to catch another moth. And this time she stepped on Kittie’s tail and the little cat girl meaowed: said:
“Oh, dear! I guess I had better go home.”
“Oh, please excuse me!” begged Nurse Jane. “But I must get these moths out of the way.”
“I’ll get the moth balls to-morrow,” Uncle Wiggily promised, “and if there are any balls left over I will give them to Sammie Littletail to play marbles with.”
“Well, the next day the old rabbit gentleman started off in his airship to get the moth balls for Nurse Jane. He found them in a drug store, and the monkey gentleman who kept the place put the white balls in a box for Uncle Wiggily, so he could easily carry them.
“I hope you have no trouble, going back in your airship,” said the monkey gentleman, politely.
“Thank you,” said Uncle Wiggily. “I think I shall be all right.” Then he sailed back toward his house with the moth balls, and on the way he heard down below him some voices saying:
“Oh, dear! Isn’t it too bad?”
“Yes, if we only had some marbles we could have a nice game!”