They were hopping along, looking for a place to sleep in the woods, when all of a sudden down came a big black walnut, and it hit Uncle Wiggily's crutch, bouncing off with a bang.
"Who did that?" cried the rabbit looking up as well as he could in the darkness. "Who threw that nut?"
"Katy did!" cried a shrill voice up in a tree. "Katy did!"
"Oh, she did; eh?" exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit. "Well I always thought Katy was a nice little girl. I can't believe she'd throw anything at me. It's not possible!"
"Katy did--she did!" cried the voice in the tree again.
"Oh, would you ever think such a thing of her?" asked the grasshopper, who was quite excited.
"No, I wouldn't," declared Uncle Wiggily sad-like. "Where does Katy live?" he went on. "Perhaps if I speak to her, and tell her how unpleasant it is to have nuts thrown at one she won't do it again. Where does she live?"
"Katy did! Katy did! Katy did!" was all the voice said.
"Of course! I know that by this time," said Uncle Wiggily. "But where does she live? Whereabouts in these woods?"
"Katy did! Katy did!" cried the voice again.