“Isn’t he just too sweet!” cried Susie, as she stood peeping lovingly at her new baby brother. “And doesn’t he look just like Sammie?”
“Hu! Do I look like that?” asked Sammie, standing off to one side, with his paws in his pockets.
“You did when you were little,” said his mamma, smiling.
“Ha! Well, I don’t now,” spoke Sammie sort of thankful like. “Come on, Susie, I’m going to school—the last bell has almost rung.”
“Wait until I give baby a kiss,” said Susie, and, when she had done so, she hurried to school with Sammie.
Uncle Wiggily stayed with Mrs. Littletail for some time, and he jiggled and joggled the baby rabbit up and down on his knee, and talked baby talk to it, and had just a lovely time as all old gentleman rabbits do at such times.
After a while Mrs. Littletail said:
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily, I have to go to the store to get a rattle box for baby rabbit, to amuse him when he cries! I wonder if you would stay here and take care of him until I come back!”
“Of course I would, and I’d be glad to—real proud and happy to do so!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “Won’t I, baby rabbit? Ootsie-cootsie ’unnin’-cunnin’!”
“Goo!” said the baby rabbit. I guess that meant “yes” in baby rabbit talk.