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Show I BEDTIME STORIES By HOWARD R. GAKIS I 4 l l.i: WIGGILY M I III OltWtil TREE (Copyright, l 2 J . by McCIure Newspaper Newspa-per Syndicate! I "Wellj well! Also oh. dear!" sighed Nurse Jane Puzxy Wuzzy. as she v,, I near the front window of the silting room in the hollow stump bungalow. 'What's the matter now?" asked Pncle Wls;g!ly. "Do you see the Pussy Pox coining'' If you do. I'd better get your new rolling pin to tap him on the end of his soft and tender nose." "I sec no Fox. I'm glad to say. ' spoke Nurse Jane. "1 as just lookin" at my orange tree. I'm afraid it will never have any oranges on It. It has blossomed, anj tho (lowers wero very swei i. But oh. how I would like to see some oranges growing on It." Some time before this I'ncle Butter, the goat gentleman, had been down in Florida and among the things he brought back With him was a little orange tree for Nurse Jane. She had It set In a wooden tub. painted green, and the orange tree grew during the warm summer. When winter came the orange tree was brought inside the warm bungalow for orange trees cannot stand frost, you know, and In the warm bungalow the tree grew quite tall, and, as Nurse Jane said, It blossomed. "But how happy I would be if only some little orange nould grow on my tree! ' sighed the muskrat lady, "of course. I know they will not be large. Juicy oranges, such as grow on the in s down south. But I would be glad if. say, half a dosen half-slse oranges or-anges would come on my tree Only I don't suppose that will ever happen." and she sighed most dolefully. "Hum!" said I'nob- Wluirllv to him self, twinkling his pink nose a little to one side. "If Nurse Jane wants as much as all that to see oranges on her tree, I wonder if I cannot brhig it about? I am going to try.'' When Nurse Jane went out. a little later, to call on Mrs. Wibblou obble. the duck lady. Unci Wlgglly poured a little warm water on the orange tree. Then he blew with his warm breath, trying to make the tree think it was back down south. But no oranges began be-gan to grow. "You can never make any oranges grow on that tif.e,'' :a!d Dr. Possum, coming In when L'nclo Wlgglly was blowing his hardest. The bunny told him what he was trying to do. "That tree will never have any oranges on. The best thing you can do Is to make believe." said Dr. Possum. 'Make believe what?" I'ncle Wlgglly wanted to know. 'Have some make-believe oranges growing on it," said the animal doi -tor. 'I have an Idea. (Jo down to the 5 and 10-cent store. (Jet a half dozen doz-en wooden balls, painted orange color. col-or. Get one real orange. Rub the WOOd'en balls on the real orange to flavor fla-vor them and make them smell right. Then tie the perfumed wooden balls painted tho right shade of yellow on the tree. Nurse Jane will see them. ithlnk they are real oranges, and she'll be Just as happy as if thev were. But don't get the wooden halls too big. Oranges that grow on trees In the house are small fellows. Get small wooden balls." "I will," said I nclo WIggllv, and he did. At the .". and 10-cent store, he bought some wooden balls Just the right size, shape and color. He rubbed rub-bed a real orange on them to get the proper smell. Then with Dr. Tossum's hi lp, the bunny tied the hard make-believe make-believe oranges on tho branches of the tree. I "Nurse Jane will Uke them when she conns home," said Pncle Wlgglly to himself, as he .at alone In the buu-galow. buu-galow. for Dr. Possum had gone home i "She'll like then:'." "And I like them, too!" suddenly cried a harsh voice at the door. "I think I like your ears eeen better than Nurse Jane docs." and in popped tho , Woozio Wolf. I "O. I wasn't speaking about my ears," cried the rabbit, trying to think of a way to fool tho bad chap. "1 was speaking of oranges." j "Oranges!" murmured the Wolf. " ranges !" "Those on that true," said the bunny, bun-ny, pointing with one paw. "Nurse i Jane was so anxious to see some oranges or-anges growing on that tree, that I " "That's enough'" howled the Wolf. "I just love oranges: I'll eat all these off the tree before I nibble your ears!" And with that the Wolf made a Jump and grabbed off some of the hard, round, yellow wooden balls, thinking think-ing they were baby oranges, he began to chew them all up. But no sooner I had be bitten on the hard wood than ihe howled: I "Oh. my teeth! My tongue' Oh, what kind of oranges are these? " "Make-believe ones! Just WOOden make-believe ones!" laughed Uncle Wlggily. as the Wolf, his teeth aching all over, ran out. "Ha! Hal If those oranges fooled you they'll fool Nurse jJane, only she won't try to eat them!" Then the bunny hung more pferf untied, unt-ied, wooden, make-believe orange balls Ion the tree, and when Nurse Jano came In she w.ih s.o delighted as she j never was. It was not until long after that she found cut about the happy i little trick the bunny had played to please her. but she liked It. And If tho condensed milk doeap t stay out po hito that it looks like a 'moving picture coming home from the picnic. Ill tell you next about Uncle Wlgglly's collar button. |