"Not exactly," went on Nurse Jane. "But I want a little of the
peppermint juice with which some kind of candy is flavored. I want to
take some peppermint juice myself, for I have indigestion. Dr. Possum
says peppermint is good for it. I must have eaten a little too much
cheese pudding last night."
"I'll get you the peppermint with pleasure," said the bunny uncle,
starting off with his tall silk hat and his red, white and blue striped
rheumatism barber pole crutch.
"Better get it in a bottle," spoke Nurse Jane, with a laugh. "You
can't carry peppermint in your pocket, unless it's peppermint candy,
and I don't want that kind."
"All right," Uncle Wiggily said, and then, with the bottle, which Nurse
Jane gave him, he hopped on, over the fields and through the woods to
the drug store.
But when he got there the cupboard was bare--. No! I mustn't say
that. It doesn't belong here. I mean when Uncle Wiggily reached the
drug store it was closed, and there was a sign in the door which said
the monkey-doodle gentleman who kept the drug store had gone to a
baseball-moving-picture show, and wouldn't be back for a long while.
"Then I wonder where I am going to get Nurse Jane's peppermint?" asked
Uncle Wiggily of himself. "I'd better go see if Dr. Possum has any."
But while Uncle Wiggily was going on through the woods once more, he
gave a sniff and a whiff, and, all of a sudden, he smelled a peppermint
smell.
Pages:
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50