And Uncle Wiggily
called after her that she ought to be ashamed of herself not to build her
own nests. And I guess that cowbird was ashamed, but I'm not sure. Anyhow
she came back a little later and gathered up her eggs off the ground, and
flew away with them, and what she did with them I'll tell you; oh, just as
soon as you like.
The bedtime story then will be about Uncle Wiggily and the tailor
bird--that is, if the needle and thread don't dance up and down on the pin
cushion, and make it full of holes so the sawdust stuffing comes out and
tickles the baby's pink toes.
STORY XXXI
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE TAILOR BIRD
After Uncle Wiggily and the pussy had helped the robin get the cowbird's
eggs out of her nest, as I told you in the story before this, the rabbit
and the kittie stayed in the woods a little while talking to the mamma
bird.
"I should like to see the little robins hatch out of the eggs," said the
pussy, as she frisked her tail about and smoothed out her fur.
"So should I," added Uncle Wiggily.
"I will gladly let you see my little birdies hatch," spoke the robin, "but
it will take nearly a week yet, and you will have to wait."
"Oh, I can't wait as long as that," went on the rabbit. "I must be off to
seek my fortune."
"Yes, and I must go and find my clothespin house," said the pussy.
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