That was after the old
gentleman rabbit had found the three ducks lost in the woods, you
remember, and had taken them to where they were visiting the old lady
goat. "I must pack my valise and travel on," said Uncle Wiggily.
"Oh, can't you stay a little longer?" asked Alice Wibblewobble, as she
tied her sky-blue-pink hair ribbon in a flopsy-dub kind of a bow knot.
"Yes, do stay!" urged Jimmie as he tossed up his ball, which Lulu, his
sister, caught. "We'll have some fun together and you can play on my ball
team, Uncle Wiggily."
"Oh! I am much too old for that," said the rabbit, "though I like to watch
you play. Besides, I have the rheumatism, and I have to keep on looking
for my fortune. So I will travel forward once more."
"Well, if you must go, I suppose you must," said Aunt Lettie, the old lady
goat. "But at least let me put you up a little lunch. Let me see, what
shall it be? I think a tomato can sandwich, and some brown paper cake with
paste frosting on would be nice. And then, too, I can give you some fine
wooden pie."
"Oh, excuse me!" exclaimed the rabbit, "but while it is very kind of you,
I cannot eat such things. I never could chew a tomato can, nor yet a
wooden, or even a sawdust pie."
"No more you could," cried Aunt Lettie in confusion. "I was thinking of
what I liked to eat.
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