At last they came to a house that was built just on the edge of a deep, dark, dismal wood, and there was some smoke coming from the chimney of this house.
"I'm going there and ask if they know where I can find my fortune," said Uncle Wiggily.
"Better not," spoke Kittie Kat. "There may be a wolf or a fox in there. Better not."
So Uncle Wiggily looked carefully on the ground all about the little house, and then he said:
"No, Kittie Kat, a fox or a wolf can't live in here, or I could see the marks of their feet in the mud. I think a man or a woman lives in that house, and I am going to knock on the door, for they surely will be kind to us."
So, with the pussy girl following behind, Uncle Wiggily went up to the door of the little house, and knocked: "Rat-a-tat-tat!"
"Ha! Who is there?" asked a quivering-quavering voice.
"It is I--Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit, and I am looking for my fortune," he said.
Then the door suddenly opened, and there stood a little old woman, in a green dress, and she had such a long nose and such a long chin that they almost touched, and if she had been strong enough she could have cracked a nut between them.
"Oh, that's an old witch!" cried Kittie Kat.