"I can't have 'em
again. I've had 'em once."
"Well, maybe these are the French or German mustard measles," said the
muskrat lady. "You are certainly all covered with red spots, and red
spots are always measles."
"Well, what are you going to do about it?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
"You must go to bed at once," said Nurse Jane, "and when Dr. Possum
comes he'll tell you what else to do. Oh, my! Look at the red spots!"
Uncle Wiggily was certainly as red-spotted as a polka-dot shirt waist.
He looked at himself in a glass to make sure.
"Well, I guess I have the measles all right," he said. "But I don't
see how I can have them twice. This must be a different style, like
the new dances."
It was dark when Dr. Possum came, and when he saw the red spots on
Uncle Wiggily, he said:
"Yes, I guess they're the measles all right. Lots of the animal
children are down with them. But don't worry. Keep nice and warm and
quiet, and you'll be all right in a few days."
So Uncle Wiggily went to bed, red spots and all, and Nurse Jane made
him hot carrot and sassafras tea, with whipped cream and chocolate in
it. The cream was not whipped because it was bad, you know, but only
just in fun, to make it stand up straight.
All the next day the bunny uncle stayed in bed with his red spots,
though he wanted very much to go out in the woods looking for an
adventure.
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