But when they went inside, and met Nurse Jane, the muskrat lady looked at them in such a queer way that Uncle Wiggily asked:
"What is the matter, Miss Fuzz Wuzz?" (He sometimes called her that in fun.) "Has anything happened?"
"Yes, Uncle Wiggily, there has," sadly answered the muskrat lady housekeeper. "I will not keep it from you!"
"Have—have they come after me?" asked the turkey in a faint and far-off voice. "Have they?"
"Oh, no," said Nurse Jane. "But by mistake I packed up everything in the house to eat in those Thanksgiving baskets, Uncle Wiggily! I didn't save out a thing for ourselves, and what to do about your Thanksgiving dinner I don't know! I'm so sorry——"
"Tut! Tut! Never mind," broke in Uncle Wiggily kindly. "I dare say we shall find something to nibble on. A couple of carrots will do me."
"Well, I have those," Nurse Jane said, "and a little corn."
"I love corn!" gobbled the turkey.
"I can eat it myself," the muskrat lady declared. "So if you can put up with that for Thanksgiving, we'll eat!"
Then they sat down to the corn and carrots, and Uncle Wiggily said: