“Ha! Somebody else in trouble!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. “I must go down and see if I cannot help them.”
So down he went in his airship, and whom do you suppose it was he found? Why, Arabella, the little chicken girl, was sitting on the doorstep of the hencoop, crying as hard as she could cry.
“Oh, what is the matter?” asked Uncle Wiggily kindly.
“I have no one to play with!” sobbed Arabella. “You see I am just getting over the mumps, and none of the other animal children, who have not had the mumps, want to play with me. And nobody but I has had the mumps!” she sobbed.
“That is too bad!” said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. “But perhaps I can make up a little fun for you. Do you like to blow soap bubbles?”
“Oh, indeed I do!” cried Arabella, making her wing feathers wiggle. “I just love to do it! But I have no soap suds, and no pipe with which to blow the bubbles.”
“Say no more!” cried Uncle Wiggily in a jolly voice. “I will get everything you need.”
Off he went in his airship to the soap bubble store. There he bought a pipe, and a nice cake of scented soap, that smelled like a barber shop. Coming back to where Arabella still sat, all alone on the doorstep of the chicken coop, Uncle Wiggily made her a nice bowl full of soapy suds.
“Now you may blow some nice bubbles, Arabella,” spoke the rabbit gentleman. “I will watch you for a while, and then I will ride along in my airship, and look for an adventure.”
“Aren’t you afraid of catching my mumps?” asked Arabella with a laugh.