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Show BEDTIME STORIES ' BY HOWARD R. GARIS I UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE TOOTHPICKS. TOOTH-PICKS. "Hen-. I'ncle Wlgg.ly, this is for you." sold Nurn- -lam- Kuiz Wuzzy In the I low stump bungalow one morning. "Wh;it Is (or ne's" V.,-,l the hunm ! rabbit gi nt lemon. "A nice pleco of i ' I late cak- r1 "No, I mean the telephone. This call Is for you." said the muakrat lady housekeeper. house-keeper. "If I hiiv'u time, though, I'll make you a i hocolate cake." "Thank you," replied Mr. Longears. and then he went to talk over the wire A moment inter Nurae lane heard htm uy. "Dear m! Is that so? I'm sorry! Yes.n'll be rtght o . i ' "what's the matter?" asked the musk rat lady. "Is some one III?" "It's Baby Bunty." said I'ncle Wiggih "Bnbv Huntv" has been visiting Nannlo and Blllle Wagtail, the coats But no nuo la at home now except Aunt Lettie. and she Is trying lo lake care of Iiul Bunty You know how nervous and fussy Aunt Lettie Is " "I should say I do!" exclaimed Nurse lane, as she thought of the queer, dear, little old goat lady. "But what Is the matter with Itnby Bunty?" "Well nhe has ft little cold, und Mrs. Wagtull told her to stitv In with Aunt Lettie." replied Uncle Wlgglly, h.tnglng up Ul-- t, W phone ;ii.d tiling down hit tall, silk hat and rheumatism i rutoh "But it seems Baby Bunty Is tritful and Aimt Lettie wants ma to come Over and amuac the little rabbit girl " "And you'll jto. of course." said Nurse Jane. ' ' "Of course." answered the bunny .v.tuj ii" nuy o,t i iri" mi K1S anil through the woods, and soon he niu at tho goat house. "Oh. I'm so glad you've romc! I'm so nervous.'" bleated Aunt l.o'tl. i "So'm I glad, but I'm not nervous!" I cried Baby Bunty. "Tag! You're U! Iet'a play leap frog and hide and go seek. I n. ell VVIggtlyl Chase me!" And she danced around, hopping to and fro, until Aunt l-ettlo put her hoofs over her ears and '.said: j "oh, how nervous I am!" "Now, Baby Bunty. ou must quiet down." said tho rabbit gentleman, when he aw how fussed Aunt Lottie was "Von nnd I will have" some play uin. and ! Aunt Lcttlo can lie down and tni.e a lit lie nap." I "What shall wo pla ?" asked Baby ' Bunty "Toothpicks'" answered t'n-le Wlgglly. "Toothpicks? 1 never heard of such a I nigh. .1 th hit;.- ribbit -Irl "Neither did 1." admitted Mr. Ixng-ears. Ixng-ears. "Uut I just happened to remember remem-ber that I have, in my pockcL a large box of wooden toothpicks that Toodle and Noodle lint tall, the hrn. r b,.v s made for me. We'll play some games with tbe toothpicks." "I don't see how you can." objected Baby Bunt) . But I'ncle Wlgcily knew many tooth i pick games. He spread the little piece ; of wood out on the table, and began mak 'Ing a little Indian tepee, or house, stand Ing the toothpicks together like an Ice Ineam cone turned upside down. "Oh. how nice!" cried Baby Bunty. Then she made a little Indian house Aft er that Pnde Wlgglly showod her how tc I make a sort of pig pen with the little sticks; how to make a bridge and how It ; lay the picks flat on the table In th shape of ft house, with windows, doors, chimney and all "Oh, toothpicks are lots of fun." crlel Baby Bunty "And so are I'ncle WlfgUya ears!" , tied a hnrsh voice suddenly. Into the house came bouncing the h:i old Hesr for Uncle Wlgglly had forgotter to o, k the door after him. when Aunt I Lettie went to He down "I want I'ncle Wlgglly! ears" growled tho Hear. Well, you cant hac them"' cried Rahy Huntv Then, catching up a paw full of tho sh:irp toothpicks Huntv scratched them so hard on the soft und I (tender nose of the bad Bear that he ' howled nnd glow led and yowled. "Oh. I didn't know- toothpieka were so ' sharp!" grumbled the bear, as he ran out. 1 not getting a single teeny, tiny smltch of the bunny's ears. "Thank you. Mr I.ongears." said Baby I I Bunty Then he and the rabbit girl made a trolley cur of the toothpicks and had I lots of fun and Aunt Lettie soon got over being nervous. So If the slice of bread doesn't slide down the butter dish witn a oieco of I alM i for a sled. I'll tell you next about I'ncle Wlgglb and the griddle cakes. |