She caught up a soft towel, so as not to hurt the bee any more than she had to, and she began hitting at him.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!" cried Nurse Jane. "You can't sting Uncle Wiggily!"
"Buzz! Buzz!" sang the bee.
"Go out! Go out!" exclaimed Nurse Jane, and she made the towel sail through the air. The bee flew this way and that, up and down and sideways, but always Nurse Jane was after him with the towel, trying to drive him out of the window.
She climbed up on chairs, she jumped over tables, without knocking over a single medicine bottle. She crawled under the sofa and out again, she even jumped on the couch and bounced up in the air like a balloon. And at last she drove the bad bee out doors where he could get honey from the flowers, and they didn't mind his stinging them if he wanted to, which of course he didn't.
Then, after that, Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy sat down in a chair, near Uncle Wiggily, very tired out indeed. The old gentleman rabbit opened his eyes and laughed a little.
"Those were funny tricks you did for me," he said, "jumping around like that. Very funny! Ha! Ha!"
"I was not doing tricks," answered Nurse Jane, surprised-like. "I was trying to keep a bee from biting you."
"Were you indeed?" spoke Uncle Wiggily. "I thought they were some of the tricks you had been trained to do. They were fine. I laughed so hard that I think I am much better."
And, indeed, he was, and soon he was all well, so that Nurse Jane Fuzzy, without really meaning to at all, had done some funny tricks when she drove out that bee. Oh! trained nurses are very queer, I think, but they are very nice, also.