"
"I can tell you where there is a cool place," said a little yellow bird,
as she flew along in the air over the head of the old gentleman rabbit.
"Do you mean in an icehouse?" asked the traveling rabbit as he took off
his hat to see if the sun had burned it any.
"No, but of course that is a cold place," said the bird, as she sang a
funny little song about a curly-headed dog who hadn't any nose and every
time he walked along he stepped upon his toes. "But I don't mean an
icehouse," went on the bird, as she turned her head to one side. "However,
I know a nice cool place in the woods where you can lie down and have a
little sleep. By that time the hot sun will go down behind the clouds, and
then you can travel on in comfort."
"I believe that will be a good plan," spoke the rabbit. "I'll do it.
Please show me the way to the cool place."
So the bird flew on ahead, and Uncle Wiggily hopped on behind, and pretty
soon he came to a place in the woods where there was a little babbling
brook, flowing over mossy green stones, and telling them secrets about the
fishes that swam in the cool water. Then there were long, green ferns
leaning over, and nodding their heads as they dipped down to take a drink
out of the brook. There was also a nice little cave, made of stones, and
that was almost as cool as an icehouse.
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