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Of course, Uncle Wiggily couldn't get so very many of the eggs ready for the children, because, you know, he has rheumatism, but then Sammie and Susie were so quick, and Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy hurried so, that long before Easter Sunday-morning, or Easter Monday morning, whenever you children hunt for your eggs, they were all ready.
He would have liked to proclaim to the world that the young master there, who walked like a prince, was his own particular pal. Yet he pretended not to see him till Christopher clapped him on the shoulder with a warm greeting. "I've got the tickets. Come on," said the giver of the treat. "I say, what a day, Sammie if it's good in London what will it be in the country?" "Cold, I shouldn't wonder.
"Yes, I suppose you could," answered Susie's Uncle, who was very kind to her. "Oh, no!" exclaimed Sammie. "It might spoil the magic spell, if more than one went, Uncle Wiggily. Maybe the fairy would not like it. You had better go alone." "All right," answered the old gentleman rabbit, "anything to please you. I'll go alone."
"I should have given you a lesson about traps," said Uncle Wiggily Longears; "then perhaps you would not have been caught. I will give you a lesson to-morrow." Finally the wood was gnawed through, and Sammie, with his uncle on one side and his papa on the other, to help him, reached home. The trap was still on his leg, and he could not go very fast.
Mis' Poteet she put in and asked for Stonie to bed down on the pallet in the front hall with Tobe and Billy and Sammie, and I was a-going on to plan as how Mr. Tucker and Mr.
Sammie Littletail thought the bird might have asked the frog's name first before saying that Bully was wanted, but the bird did not seem to consider this. "What's your name?" the long-legged bird asked again. "Bully," answered the frog, in a trembling, croaking voice. "Humph!" exclaimed the heron. "That's a good name. Mine is Billy. Bully and Billy go well together.
"Wouldn't I, though!" cried Sammie, "But there isn't any in the pantry. I heard Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy tell mother so." "I'll go to the store and get you some," offered his sister. "I know where it is." The cabbage store was a big field where Farmer Tooker kept his cabbage covered with straw during the winter.
Sammie put the stones in the tin can, together with some water, and he set the can on the fire to boil, and he knew the stones would get hot, too, as well as the water. And, surely enough, soon the water in the can was bubbling and the stones were very hot. Then Sammie took a long breath and he blew on those whistles, both at the same time as hard as ever he could.
Dick was all eagerness now. "There's to be a jolly crowd there. Sammie told me that he has invited a crack-a-jack of an artist he met at the club. He is an English chap and has been out here only a short time. He puts out some great stuff in the way of pictures, so I understand. Then, that Westcote girl is to be there. My, I'm anxious to meet her.
"It's just as if Christmas was coming, or something like that; yet it isn't. I don't know what it is." "I know," spoke Susie, who was very wise for a little bunny-rabbit girl. "What is it?" asked Sammie, as he paused to nibble at a sweet root that was sticking out of the ground. "It is because we have been kind to somebody," went on Susie Littletail.
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