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Show BEDTIME STORIES 1 1 BY HOWARD R. GARIS H UNCLE WIGGILY AM) MR. CROAKER Copyright. 1920. hy McClure Newspaper News-paper Syndicate. (Bf Howard It Garls. i . ' Dear imp" exelalmpr! Uncle Wlgci-1 ly, as he stood in his hollow stump burgalow. with his pink twinkling pressed against the window Rlass. ! "I helioe it Is going to ram again all' day." It does seem so," agreed Nurse Jane Fuzzy W'uzzy. his muskrat laCJ housekeeper. "And I need some things from the store, too." ' W ell, then, the only thing for nir to do Is to po get thm." said the bunny gentleman. "If I had Susie Llttletall's graf.s boat, which she maae yesterday so we could Rot nway rrom the Plpslsewnh, I could almost paddle to the store. But, as It is. 111 put on my nln coat nnd my rubber boots mm go that v.ay What do you want from the store. "Nurse Jane?" "Oh I want some butter and eggs and flour and sugar and mustard anu vinegar ancl cocoanut and lard and Stop' Stop!" begged Uncle W'igKily, holding his paws over his ears 1 11 net er remember all that. Give it to I me on a piece of paper " So Nurse Jane wrote it down and Uncle Wlgglly started off through the .aln twinkling his pink nose, as happy as nc er was For Nurse Jane said shed bike him a cake wh'.-n he came : home from the store ! 1 nele Wifgl'y was hopping along : through the wet woocls. thinking how I nice the ake w ould taste when Nurse Jane had baked It when, all at once he heard a grumbling, growling oioe I fay injf "Oh. how cold and wet and miserable miser-able and nhlvery I am' N?ver was l so cold before! I don't believe I'll eei get warm, not If the sun were to shine I an summer Uncle Wlgglly looked around and j i thore, tr ing to keep dre under a toad- I I stool, was Mr Croaker, the old gent'.e- ' I man toad himself "Well, well'" exclaimed Uncle Wijr-gily, Wijr-gily, in as Jolly a voIcp as he could speak y.ii seem to be in trouble, ! M r. Croaker " "I am. and I'm cold." was the answer an-swer "and when I'm shivery I m ai-woys ai-woys in trouble. I'll never get warm as long as it rains. Oh, if I only hau a nice warm fire to sit beside I'd feci i better " "Ha! I know just the place for you!" cried the bunny rabbit gentleman. "Nurse Jane has a hot fire, for she 1 going to bake a cake as soon as 1 get hnri with th- cfTK-" flour, sugar, lem- i ons, mustard and a lot of other things. "You Just hop alone to rny hollow ?: imp bungalow, tell Nurse Jane I sent you in, and she'll let you got i warm by the kitchen stove. ' Thank yOu, mo".i kindly " grunted iMr Croaker '. in he broke off a toan- stool to use for an urnbrela. and awny I he splashed through the tain storm sheering every step of the way. Uncle W igglly, in his rain coat and ' hoot, kept on to the store, where he bought the thinps Nurse Jane needed "IS there a friend of mine her-Nurse her-Nurse Jane'.'' asked the bunny rabbit gentleman, as he shook the rain drops off his pink nose, so I. wouldn't get rusty and stop twinkling. Ves, Mr Croaker la In by the fire, ' getting warm, ' answered the muskrat ' lady. "I never saw such a cold toa He c-an't seem to get close enough tr. the fire." "Yes he likes to be warm," said Mr I.nnc ; "Well. I'll go In and talk to him while you make the cake. Nurse : Jane. Ahd please make enough so that he may have a slice." I "I will," promised the muskrat ladv I i and so she began to beat up the flour. sugar, egn?. mustard, pepper, cinna- i, mnn cocoanut, lard and pineapples you know whatever kom In a cane. It while Uncle W ifrlly. taking off his wet I' iii.li, hopped In to talk to Mr. I'roaker. E ' Are you getting warm yet?" asked a the bunny of the old toad gentleman. I 'Yes. I'm Just beginning." was the & answer. 'And I am very thankful that J you let me come in your nice warm K I bungalow, and " Sl "so am i ' suddenly cried a rough. . I harsh oiee. and there stood tho bal j ' old Skuddlemagoon 'You left the R front door open. I nele Wlggily." went 5 on the Skuddlemagoon, "so T thought 6 ; y ou wanted me to come in and got iC ime of our souse." 'jr. "Oh. no: No! I didn't at all!" ex- t claimed the bunny gentleman. "Pleasr go out'" I H "I shall do nothlnrr of the sort'.'" wet P the Impolite answer. "At least not Lsj until I get some of your sOusw. i I j came for fhat and " 1 "Kow would some of mine do, in- t hopping out from behind the stove. it where the Skuddlemagoon had no'. f seen him up to this time ' Do have some of my souse! ' Invited Mr. Croak- f tr, sarcastic '.ike. well knowing he had ivil no e.-ir on Which souse grew. For a toad s ears are inside his heaa. f "Take your souse! Well, I guess not'" cried the Skuddlemagoon. "Take f your souse, and get all warts on my Y tongue No, indeed! Oh. wow'.'" he il cried. Tool'-d ar;. tin. I'm so afraid of warts!" end away he skipped oui t of the window, not hurtins: tho bunny f at all- Mr Croaker laughed. H liov -AXy of him!" sold the toad t gentleman. I never give anybody 1; Well, I'm triad he thought you did," said Mr Longears. Then he and Mr Croaker aie Nurse- Jane's cake, and kH were happ: And If the rose bush i doesn't scratch the eyes out of tho po- ii tatocs when they are playing ball with the redd fish, f 11 tell vou next about Uncle Wlargily and the comb mustc. |