"I
stepped in a mud puddle."
"Never mind, I'll wipe it off with a bit of soft green moss," answered
Uncle Wiggily; and he did. So Nannie's shoes were all clean again.
On and on went the rabbit gentleman and the little goat girl, and they
talked of what games the animal children would play at the Longtail
mouse party, and what good things they would eat, and all like that.
All of a sudden, as Nannie was jumping over another little puddle of
water, she cried out again:
"Oh, dear!"
"What's the matter now?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Did some more mud
splash on your new shoes, Nannie?"
"No, Uncle Wiggily, but a lot of the buttons came off. I guess they
don't fasten buttons on new shoes very tight."
"I guess they don't," Uncle Wiggily said. "But still you have enough
buttons left to keep the shoes on your feet. I guess you will be all
right."
So Nannie walked on a little farther, with Uncle Wiggily resting his
rheumatism, now and then, on the red, white and blue striped barber
pole crutch that Nurse Jane had gnawed for him out of a cornstalk.
All of a sudden Nannie cried out again:
"Oh, dear! Oh, this is too bad!"
"What is?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
"Now all the buttons have come off my shoes!" said the little goat
girl, sadly. "I don't see how I can go on to the party and dance, with
no buttons on my shoes.
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