"Certainly," said the old gentleman rabbit.
"Then this is the right house," said the postman bird as he blew his whistle, like a canary, "and here is a letter for each of them."
So he handed Uncle Wiggily three letters and then he flew up into the air again, as fast as he could go, to deliver the rest of the mail.
"Hum! I wonder who can be writing to Lulu and Alice and Jimmie?" said Uncle Wiggily, as he looked at the letters. "Well, I'll take them in the house. They look to me like party invitations; and I wonder why I didn't get one? But I suppose the young folks don't want an old rheumatic uncle around any more. Ah, well, I'm getting old—getting old," and he went slowly into the house, feeling a bit sad.
"Here are some letters for you, children," he called to Lulu and Alice and Jimmie. "The bird postman just brought them."
"Oh, fine!" cried the children, and they opened them all at once with their strong yellow bills.
"Goodie!" cried Lulu as she read hers. "Jennie Chipmunk is going to have a party, and I'm invited."
"So am I," cried Alice.
"And I," added Jimmie.
"I thought they were party invitations," said Uncle Wiggily, sort of sad and thoughtful-like. "When is it?"