Well, in a little while after that, as the old gentleman rabbit was going
along under the big tree, all of a sudden he heard a voice calling, rather
sadly and sweetly:
"Phoebe! Phoebe!"
"My goodness, that must be some little lost girl named Phoebe, and her
sister is calling for her," he thought. "I wonder if I could help find
her?" For, you know, Uncle Wiggily was just as kind as he could be, and
always wanting to help some one.
Then he heard the voice again:
"Phoebe! Phoebe!"
"Where are you?" asked the rabbit. "I'll help you hunt for your sister
Phoebe. Where are you, little girl?"
But the voice only called again:
"Phoebe! Phoebe!"
"I guess she can't hear me," said the rabbit. "I'll shout more loudly."
So he cried out at the top of his voice:
"I'll help you find Phoebe. Tell me where you are, and we'll go off
together to hunt for her."
But this time the calling voice was farther off, though still the rabbit
could hear it saying:
"Phoebe! Phoebe!"
"My goodness me, sakes alive, and a bottle of stove polish! I can't make
this out," said Uncle Wiggily. "That little girl is so worried about her
lost sister that she doesn't pay any attention to me. But I'll help her
just the same."
So he hopped on toward where he heard the voice calling, and pretty soon,
believe me, he heard two voices.
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