They're always
wanting me to go with them."
The rabbit looked out of the window and he heard some one laughing.
"That doesn't sound like a bad fox, nor yet an unpleasant alligator,"
said Mr. Longears. "Who is it wants me to come with them?"
"It is I--Susie Littletail, the rabbit girl," was the answer.
"And where do you want me to come?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
"To the woods, to pick some flowers," answered Susie. "The lady mouse
teacher wants me to see how many kinds I can find. You know so much
about the woods, Uncle Wiggily, that I wish you'd come with me."
"I will," said the nice rabbit gentleman. "Wait until I get my tall
silk hat and my red, white and blue striped barber pole rheumatism
crutch."
And, when he had them, off he started, holding Susie's paw in his, and
limping along under the green trees and over the carpet of green moss.
Uncle Wiggily and the little rabbit girl found many kinds of flowers in
the woods. There were violets, some white, some yellow and some
purple, with others blue, like the ones Uncle Wiggily used to make
blueing water for Nurse Jane's clothes. And there were red flowers and
yellow ones, and some Jacks-in-their-pulpits, which are very queer
flowers indeed.
"Here, Susie, is a new kind of blossom. Maybe you would like some of
these," said Uncle Wiggily, pointing to a bush that was covered with
little round, white balls.
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