"Do you think it looks well on me, Nurse Jane?" asked the bunny uncle,
of the muskrat lady housekeeper, who came in from the kitchen of the
hollow stump bungalow, having just finished washing the dishes.
"Why, yes, I think your new hat is very nice," she said.
"Do you think I ought to have the holes for my ears cut a little
larger?" asked the bunny uncle. "I mean the holes cut, not my ears."
"Well, just a little larger wouldn't hurt any," replied Miss Fuzzy
Wuzzy. "I'll cut them for you," and she did, with her scissors. For
Uncle Wiggily had to wear his tall silk hat with his ears sticking up
through holes cut in it. His ears were too large to go under the hat,
and he could not very well fold them down.
"There, now I guess I'm all right to go for a walk in the woods," said
the rabbit gentleman, taking another look at himself in the glass. It
was not a proud look, you understand. Uncle Wiggily just wanted to
look right and proper, and he wasn't at all stuck up, even if his ears
were, but he couldn't help that.
So off he started, wondering what sort of an adventure he would have
that day. He passed the place where the blue violets were growing in
the green moss--the same violets he had used to make Nurse Jane's
blueing water for her clothes the other day, as I told you. And the
violets were glad to see the bunny uncle.
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