"I don't know," answered Uncle Wiggily, as he stopped in the shade of a
tree, and set down his valise. "Was your little girl named Sarah, Mrs.
Cat?"
"Oh, indeed, my little girl is not named Sarah," said Mrs. Cat. "She is
called Snowball, and she is just as cute as she can be. She is all white,
like a ball of snow, and so we call her Snowball. But she is lost, and I'm
afraid I'll never find her again," and the kittie's mamma began to cry,
and she wiped her tears on her apron.
"Oh, don't worry. Never mind. I'll find her for you," said the kind old
gentleman rabbit.
"I can't find my fortune but I believe I can find Snowball. Now, tell me
which way she went away, and I'll go search for her."
"I didn't see her go out of the house," said Mrs. Cat, "because I was
making a cherry pie, and I was very busy. Snowball was playing on the
floor, with a ball of soft yarn, and it rolled out of doors. She raced out
after it, and I thought she would soon be back. I put the cherry pie in
the oven and then when I went to look for her she was gone. Oh, dear! I
just know some horrid dog has hurt her."
"Please don't worry," said Uncle Wiggily. "I'll find her for you. I'll
start right off, and if I can't find her I'll get a policeman, and he can,
for the police always find lost children.
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