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Verty felt the dog lick his hand, and rose from his recumbent posture. "Yes, yes, Longears," he murmured, "I can't help showing it even you know that I am not happy." And with listless hands he took up the old violin which lay upon his desk and touched the strings. The sound died away in trembling waves Roundjacket continued writing.

With Longears at his side, soberly walking in imitation of the horse, Verty went along toward his home in the hills, gazing upon the golden west, and thinking still of Redbud. Instead of following Verty, who, like most lovers, is very far from being an amusing personage, let us go back and accompany Mr.

Uncle Wiggily Longears sat in the burrow, or house under the ground, where he and Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, lived with the Littletail family of rabbits since the hollow-stump bungalow had burned. "Oh, dear!" sounded a grunting, woofing sort of voice over near one window. "Oh, dear!" squealed another voice from under the table. "Well, well!

"Do something for you, Nurse Jane? Why, of course, I want to," spoke Mr. Longears. "What is it?" "Just take this piece of pie over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady," went on Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "I promised to let her taste how I made apple pie out of cabbage leaves." "And very cleverly you do it, too," said Uncle Wiggily, with a polite bow. "I know, for I have eaten some myself.

Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, came out of the underground burrow house of the Littletail family, where he was visiting a while with the bunny children, Sammie and Susie, because his own hollow-stump bungalow had burned down. "Where are you going, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Sammie Littletail, the rabbit boy, as he strapped his cabbage leaf books together, ready to go to school.

"Try it and see how it spins," said the bunny man. Billie wound the string on the top, and then, giving it a throw, while he kept hold of one end of the cord, he made the top spin as fast as anything on the floor of the store. Around and around whizzed the red top, like the electric fan on Uncle Wiggily's airship. "Is that a good top for me, Billie?" asked Mr. Longears.

Verty paused upon the threshold of the mansion to push back his long, curling hair; and with a glance behind him, toward Cloud, meant as a caution to that intelligent animal and to Longears, deposited his rifle against the door.

Wait a minute!" cried Mrs. Littletail, the bunny mother of Sammie and Susie, the rabbit children, as Mr. Longears started out. "Where are you going?" "Over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady's house, with some jam tarts for Lulu, Alice and Jimmie," answered Uncle Wiggily. "Then would you mind carrying, also, this little rubber plant over to her?" asked Mrs. Littletail. "I told Mrs.

"I have sent my glasses to the store to be fixed, so I can't wear them and come out," went on the voice. "But if you are seeking your fortune I know the very place where you can find it." "Where?" asked Uncle Wiggily, eagerly. "Right down in this hollow stump," was the reply. "There are all kinds of fortunes here, and you may take any kind you like Mr. Longears." "Ha!

Then the bunny uncle went close to the tree, off which Dr. Possum was taking some bark, and felt of it with his paw. The tree was indeed as slippery as an icy sidewalk slide on Christmas eve. "My!" exclaimed Mr. Longears. "If I tried to climb up that tree I'd do nothing but slip down." "That's right," said Dr. Possum. "But I must hurry on now to give Billie Wagtail his medicine." So Dr.