"
"Oh, my goodness!" cried Nurse Jane. "Wait a minute, children!" Then
she ran to where Uncle Wiggily was lying in bed. She leaned over and
picked off some of the red spots from his fur.
"Why!" cried the muskrat lady. "You haven't the measles at all, Wiggy!
It's just sticky, red berries in your fur, just as they are in the
ducks' feathers. You're all right! Get up and have a good time!"
And Uncle Wiggily did, after Nurse Jane had combed the red, sticky
burr-berries out of his fur. He didn't have the measles at all, for
which he was very glad, because he could now be up and play tag.
"My goodness! That certainly was a funny mistake for all of us," said
Dr. Possum next day. "But the red spots surely did look like the
measles." Which shows us that things are not always what they seem.
And if the--Oh, excuse me, if you please. There is not going to be a
next story in this book. It is already as full as it can be, so the
story after this will have to be put in the following book, which also
means next.
Let me see, now. Oh, I know. Next I'm going to tell you some stories
about the old gentleman growing cabbages, lettuce and things like that
out of the ground, and the book will be called "Uncle Wiggily on The
Farm." It will be ready for you by Christmas, I think, and I hope you
will like it.
And now I will say good-bye for a little while, and if the lollypop
doesn't take its sharp stick to make the baby carriage roll down the
hill and into the trolley car, I'll soon begin to make the new book.
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