"It will be a good place for you to sleep."
"The very thing!" cried Uncle Wiggily. So that night he dug himself a
little house under the ground, and the duck gentleman flew up, and got
inside the pocket of the old coat which the scarecrow figure wore, and
there the duck stayed all night, sleeping very soundly.
"Well, now we'll travel on again," said Uncle Wiggily, the next morning
after breakfast. So he and Grandfather Goosey started off. Well, pretty
soon it became hotter and hotter, for the sun was just beaming down as
hard as it could, and Uncle Wiggily exclaimed:
"I know what would taste good! An ice cream cone for each of us. Wait
here, grandfather, and I'll get two of them."
"Fine!" cried the grandfather duck. "But you seem to do all the hopping
around, Uncle Wiggily. Why can't I go, while you rest?"
"Oh, I don't in the least mind going," replied the kind rabbit. "Besides,
while I do not say it to be proud, and far be it from me to boast, I can
go a little faster than you can in one hop. So I'll go."
And go he did, leaving his valise in charge of Grandfather Goosey, who sat
down with it, under a shady tree. Pretty soon the old gentleman rabbit
came to a little ice cream store, that stood beside the road, right near a
little pond of water, where the ice-cream-man could wash his dishes when
he had to make them clean.
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