And then suddenly it got all dark.
"Oh, I can never find my way back home!" cried the pussy. "And I am afraid
in these lonesome woods."
"Oh! don't be frightened," said Uncle Wiggily, who was very brave. "I will
build a camp fire and we can stay here all night. I will cook some supper
and in the morning I will take you home."
Then the pussy wasn't afraid any more. She helped the rabbit to gather up
some dry leaves and little sticks, and also some big sticks, and soon
Uncle Wiggily had a fine fire merrily blazing away in the woods, and it
was nice and light. Then he took some leafy branches and made a little
house for himself and the pussy and then they cooked supper, making some
coffee in an old empty tomato can they found near a wrinkly-crinkly stump.
"Oh, this is real jolly!" cried the pussy, as she warmed her paws and her
nose at the blaze. "It is much better than drinking milk out of a bottle."
"I think so myself," said the rabbit. "Now, if I could only find my
fortune I would be happy. But, perhaps, I shall to-morrow."
Well, pretty soon Uncle Wiggily and the pussy became sleepy so they
thought they would go to bed. They made their beds in the little green
bower-house on some soft, dried leaves.
"And I must have plenty of wood to put on the camp fire," said the rabbit,
"for in the night some bad animal might try to eat us, but when they see
the blaze they will be afraid and run away.
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