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And as quick as a wink, when no one was looking, with his back to the people, he slipped Lulu Wibblewobble into the empty handbag, and she kept very quiet for she didn’t want to spoil the trick. And then the magician turned to the audience, and he said: “Behold! Behold!” and he lifted out the duck girl.
Then Uncle Wiggily asked him who he was, and the little boy said: "I am the fairy prince! I used to be a mud turtle, and live in the pond where Lulu and Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble swim. But I got tired of being a mud turtle, though I was a fairy prince, so I changed myself into a little boy." But, do you know, Uncle Wiggily didn't believe him, and, what's more, he said so.
"That fortune of mine seems to be a long distance off. I've tried rainbows and moon-beams and I didn't find any money at their ends. I guess I'll have to look under the water next, but I'll wait until I get back home, and then I'll have Jimmie Wibblewobble the duck boy put his head at the bottom of the pond and see if there is any gold down there."
My Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit! "How is your rheumatism?" asked Mrs. Wibblewobble of Uncle Wiggily Longears, after they had sat down. "Oh, it doesn't seem to get any better," he answered. "I have carried a piece of horse chestnut in one ear, and a bit of dried potato in the other for ever so long, but nothing seems to do me any good.
Oh, how glad Papa and Mamma Wibblewobble were that Lulu was saved! Now, if you do not get your feet wet, I shall tell you, to-morrow night, how Jimmie rode in an automobile. One day, well, it must have been about a week after Lulu Wibblewobble got caught in the mud, she and Jimmie were out swimming around the pond. "Come on," said Lulu, "let's go over and see Mrs. Greenie, the frog.
To-morrow night you may hear about Lulu and the gold fish, that is if the lemon squeezer doesn't pinch me. Well, here we are again, after a rest over night, and all ready for another story, I suppose. Let me see, it was to be about the fairy prince and Alice Wibblewobble no, hold on there, I'm wrong. I know it. Lulu and the gold fish; to be sure! Well, here we go.
Of course not, and I know you understand how that is. Well, Buddy managed to catch that ball, though it came down very swiftly, and Jimmie Wibblewobble was out. "Fine catch, Buddy! Fine!" cried Billie Bushytail. "Yes, and now it's Buddy's turn to bat," said Bawly, the frog. "Get up, Buddy. I'll pitch you a nice one."
"Oh, no indeed, mamma," spoke Alice very quickly, as she finished tying a sky-blue-pink ribbon around her neck. "I never touched them." "Neither did I," added Lulu. "Nor me," said Jimmie. "I don't like eggs anyhow." "I was saving them to hatch more little ducklings out of," went on Mamma Wibblewobble, in sorrowful tones. "Now I shall have to wait. Oh, it's such a disappointment to me!"
Perhaps you had better wait for the story to-morrow night, which if the cow bell doesn't ring and awaken the doll in the baby carriage will be about how Grandfather Goosey-Gander got into trouble and out again. On their way home, after having seen the mud turtle fairy prince, Jimmie, Lulu and Alice Wibblewobble, of course, talked of nothing else.
Well, Mamma Wibblewobble arranged for the party. She did all the baking and got the ice cream ready and made the pies and tarts, and Alice and Lulu sent out the invitations. They were written on nice little pieces of white birch bark that Johnnie and Billie Bushytail gnawed off the trees for the little duck girls.
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