"Wait until I see who's at the door," said Mother, as she smoothed the boy's pillow. "Then I'll get you something."
She looked out on the porch, and saw the little birch bark box.
"It looks like a valentine," she thought, "though this isn't Valentine's Day."
"What is it?" asked the boy. "Is it anything I can eat that won't hurt my mumps?"
"Why, yes, it is!" joyfully said his mother, as she saw what it was. "Sweet, wild honey!"
Even the name, so different from sour pickles or lemons, made the Mumps Boy feel better.
"Please give me some," he begged. "It sounds good!"
The wild sweet honey slipped down as gently as a feather, not hurting the boy's neck at all. And soon after that he went to sleep and in a few days he was better.
Uncle Wiggily saw the boy at the window, the bandage no longer on his face, and he even saw the boy eating the last of the wild honey.