And when evening came and Nurse Jane was sitting out on the
front porch of the hollow stump bungalow, she suddenly heard a quacking
sound, and along came Lulu, Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck
children.
"Where is Uncle Wiggily?" asked Lulu.
"He is in bed," answered Nurse Jane.
"Why is he in bed?" asked Jimmie. "Was he bad?"
"No, indeed," laughed Nurse Jane. "But your Uncle Wiggily is in bed
because he has the red-spotted measles. What did you want of him?"
"He promised to meet us in the woods, where the green moss grows,"
answered Lulu, "and play tag with us. We waited and waited, and played
tag all by ourselves tonight, even jumping in the bush, as Uncle
Wiggily accidentally did when he was chasing me, but he did not come
along. So we came here to see what is the matter."
The three duck children came up on the porch, where the bright light
shone on them from inside the bungalow.
"Oh, my goodness me sakes alive and some paregoric lollypops!" cried
Nurse Jane, as she looked at the three. "You ducks are all covered
with red spots, too! You all have the measles! Oh, my!"
"Measles!" cried Jimmie, the boy duck.
"Measles? These aren't measles, Nurse Jane! These are sticky, red
berries from the bushes we jumped in as Uncle Wiggily did. The red
berries are sticky, like burdock burrs, and they stuck to us.
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