El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1915-12-20

GGT HCLE WIGGILY, here is the
pailr' called Nurse Jane Fuzzy
~ Wuzzv. the muskrat lady
bo1isekeeper. 10 the rabbit gentleman
one afternoon, as she came out Of the
kitchen Of the hollow stump bungalow.
.Pail2 What pau:" asked Uncle
wiggily. 81 did not ask for a pail" F.
Didn't you say you would go 10
the store for NEE" inquired Miss Fuzzy
Wuzzy.
why. of course. viii, most gladly"
said Uncle Wiggily. But what has
the pail 10 do with it2p
Il want some molasses," went on the
muskrat ladF. And you have TO tai
a pail to get that in, unless you want
10 put the sticky stuff IN your 1ur
NO, indeed" laughed the bunny un-
Gle No molasses in my pockets Ia
pail and III hop along TO the store Tor
YOU How much DO you WANT
Two quarts. Of the best and sweet
est molassess" replied Nurse Jane
Are you going TO make anOtner
ginger molasses cake?" Uncle Wiggiiy
wanted to know
Yes" replied Nurse Jane.
~Oh. goodier' and Uncle Wiggily
ciapped his paws in joy, more like a
boy rabbit than like an old gentleman
bunny; but then, he was always that
Then taking the pail off, he started
for the molasses store, where they also
sold popcorn balls for a penny. Uncle
Wiggily thought he would buy some Of
those to give TO any Of The little AMI
NAL children whom he might meet.
1T looks as II il might snow
thought Uncle Wiggily, as he looked
up at the gray clouds in the sky.
he hoped, swinging the empty pail
that would soon be filled with molas-
ses-
And. surely enough. the bunny uncle
had not gone much farther before
the white flakes did begin sitting down
from the sky, just as II Mother Goose
were shaking her feather beds
Uncle Wiggily turned up the collar of
his fur coat and bent down his big
ears so the new flakes would not 1all
in them and tickled him so that he
would have to sneeze.
Now let II snowi" cried the rabbit
uncle, and snow it did. harder than
ever. But it was not very bold. and
Uncle Wiggiiv liked TO feel the soft
white flakes blowing in his face.
Snow viii make il so much nicer for
Christmas" said Mr.. Longears- 1t
won't be long now before il is time
for Santa Claus TO come down the
chimneys-"
Uncle Wiggily had not gone on much
farther, ana he was still some dis
lance from the molasses store, when,
all at once. the bunny uncle heard
voice cryingt
"Oh dear. Oh deari What shall I
dO2 III spoil my cloak and bonnet,
too"
'sHa, That's queer" said Uncle Wig
gily TO himself. stopping and trying TO
look between the snow flakes That
sounds like some one in trouble. Who
are you. and where are you. and what
is the natter asked Uncle Wiggily,
calling loudly.
I am Susie Littletail, the little rabbit
girl" was the answer, and I'm stand
ing under the evergreen tree over by
the stump And the matter with me is
that I'm caught out in the storm /
bonnet with a pink feather in it, and
mother said If got 1t wet with rain
or snow my bonnet would be spoiled"
W ell Welli That is too badt" Uncle
Wiggily cried You certainly are IN
trouble. Susie. But perhaps I'll be able
70 help you I'm coming right over"
In two jumps. and part of another
one. the rabbit gentleman was beside
susie under the evergreen tree.
! was over TO Mamie Wagtairs the
goat girls house" Susie told Uncle
Wiggily, and / started off before It
showed. but the flakes began to come
down when was only half way home,
and ran under this tree. the
branches of which are so thick thar
they keep the snow off my feathers.
But ] can't stay here all night and il
doesn't look as if it was going to
1T isn't-not right away" Uncle
'oh dearf" cried Susie. a5f I only
had an umbrella ] could go home
under That You haven't an umbrella,
have you, Uncle Wiggilyg'
NO i am sorry TO say I have not"