"Oh, we heard about him from Fido Flip-Flop," said big dog Rover. "We
wouldn't hurt Uncle Wiggily for two worlds, and part of another one, and a
bag of peanuts."
So Uncle Wiggily was given a nice bed of straw in one of the empty
dog-houses, and the boy got him some cabbage and lettuce, and the rabbit
made himself a sandwich of them, with some bread and butter which he had
in his satchel.
Then the rabbit and the dogs talked together, and the rabbit told of his
travels, and what had happened to him so far.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" exclaimed the old dog Rover. "You should write a
book about your fortune."
"I haven't found it yet, but perhaps I may, and then I'll write the book,"
said Uncle Wiggily, combing out his whiskers.
That night the boy put a soft rag and some salve on the rabbit's sore
foot, and he also gave him some liniment for his rheumatism, and in the
morning Uncle Wiggily was much better. He and the boy and the dogs had
lots of fun playing together on the smooth, green, grassy lawn. They
played tag, and hide-and-go-seek, and a new game called "Don't Let the
Ragman Take Your Rubber Boots." And the dog Rover pretended he was the
ragman.
"Now, then, we'll all go out in my motor boat," said the boy, so he and
Uncle Wiggily and the dogs went down to the lake and, surely enough, there
was the boat, the nicest one you could wish for.
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