"I guess he liked it," thought the bunny, as he hopped away.
When the boy was all better, and could be out and play, he asked all of his friends which one it was who had left the honey on the porch. One and all answered:
"I didn't do it!"
"I wonder who it was?" said the boy, over and over again.
Well, we know; don't we? But we aren't allowed to tell. And when the Boy's Sister caught the mumps, Uncle Wiggily left her some honey also. Which was very kind of him, I think.
So if the little pussy cat doesn't drop her penny in the snowbank, thinking it will turn into a dollar so she can buy a box of lollypops, you may next hear about Uncle Wiggily and the measles.
[STORY XVIII]
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE MEASLES
Once upon a time there was a boy who didn't like to go to school. Every chance he had he stayed at home instead of going to his classes to learn his lessons.
Sometimes he would get up in the morning and say: