"Quick," called Dickie to Nellie. "We must save him."
Off they flew like the wind, carrying a grocery basket between them. Right
under Uncle Wiggily they flew, and just as the sky-cracker was going to
burst with a "slam-bang!" the old gentleman rabbit let go, and into the
basket he safely fell and the sparrow children flew to earth with him.
Then the sky-cracker burst all to pieces for Fourth of July, but Uncle
Wiggily wasn't on it to be hurt, I'm glad to say.
He spent the Fourth visiting the Bumble bee's family, and had ice cream
and cake and lemonade for supper, and at night he heard the band play, and
he gave Nellie and Dickie ten cents for ice cream sodas, and that's all to
this story.
But on the next page, if the baker man brings me a pound of soap bubbles
with candy in the middle for Cora Janet's doll, I'll tell you about Uncle
Wiggily and the buttercup.
STORY VI
UNCLE WIGGILY AND BUTTERCUP
I hope none of you were burned by a sky-cracker or a Roman candle stick
when you had your Fourth of July celebration, but if you were I hope you
will soon be better, and perhaps if I tell you a story it will make you
forget the pain. So here we go, all about Uncle Wiggily and the buttercup.
The old gentleman rabbit spent a few days in an old burrow next to the
bumble bee's house, and then one morning, when the sun was shining
brightly, he started off again to seek his fortune.
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