“Oh, bless your hair ribbon! I’ve had ’em!” cried the old rabbit gentleman, jolly like.
Then he watched Arabella blow the bubbles. And what large ones the little chicken girl blew from the bowl of the pipe! The bubbles were red, and green and blue and yellow and purple in color. They floated up in the air like balloons.
“My, you are certainly a fine bubble-blower!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. “But I must go now.”
“Thank you, for making some fun for me,” spoke Arabella most politely.
Then she blew bubbles by herself, as Uncle Wiggily sailed away in his airship. He had not gone very far before, all of a sudden, out of a tree flew a bad wasp, with a stinger in the end of his tail. Oh, this wasp-bee was very angry! I think perhaps he had had no honey that day, for his breakfast.
“What do you mean, by flying over my tree?” asked the wasp of Uncle Wiggily, saucy like.
“Excuse me,” spoke the rabbit gentleman, “but I did not harm your tree, just sailing over it in my airship.”
“Yes you did!” buzzed the wasp. “You made the leaves flutter with your electric fan. Now I am going to sting your balloons.”
And, before Uncle Wiggily could stop her, that bad wasp flew up, and stung a hole in every one of the toy circus balloons that floated on top of the rabbit gentleman’s airship.
“Oh, I must get away from here!” cried Uncle Wiggily, and, making his airship go as fast as he could, the rabbit gentleman was soon far away from the bad wasp.