El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1918-02-09
HIS is the day we iron our

clothes, iron our clothes,
iron our clothesi This is the
day we iron our clothes. 50 early sat
urday morning!"
That was the song Uncle Wiggily
Longears, the bunny rabbit gentleman,
heard sung as he arose and came down
to breakfast in his hollow stump bun
galow one afternoon. Oh, excuse me,
I should say morning. One doesn't
eat breakfast in the afternoon unless
one is very slow. ana Uncle wIgily
wasn't that.
'Heigh-hof" exclaimed the bunny,
as he heard the singing Nurse Jane
must be happy"
mo. I am not, I am sorry to say"
answered Nurse Jane herself, as she
came in from the kitchen with some
hot carrot pancakes with maple sugar
sauce on for the bunny. i am not
happy at all!"
''Then why did you sing so joyously
about this being the day for ironing
our clothes?"
Because" answered the muskrat
lady, as she brushed some crumbs up
with a brush fastened to the end Of
her tail, because try to be happy
whether am or not"
nat d zOOu way u DGH GROaC
Uncle Wiggily. But why are you
not happy, Nurse Jane?"
Because haven't any irons to iron
my clothes" she answered. 7 let Mrs.
Wibblewobble. the duck lady, take
them to press Mr.. Wibblewobol Die S
trousers with, and she hasn't brought
them back. I suppose she Is pressing
Jimmie's trousers, too, or perhaps the
hair ribbons Of Alice and Lulu, the
duck girls. Not that 1 mind, for am
glad to let Mrs. Wibblewobble have
my irons. She doesn't know washed
yesterday, on account OF Valentine
day coming next week, or she would
have brought my irons back"
well. 1t viii give me great pleasure
to go get them for you" said Uncle
Wiggily. "As soon as have my
breakfast III take a hop. skip and a
jump over to Mrs Wibblewobble's
house and I'll get your smoothing
irons for you"
Thank you" said Nurse Jane.
Have a little BIT more gravy on your
cakes" and Uncle Wiggily did.
Then, having seen that his pink
nose was twinkling most 5oyfully, ike
a piece Of looking glass in the back of
hair brush. the bunny rabbit gentle
man. feeling good after his breakfast.
through the woods for Mrs. Wibble-
wobbIe's.
"Oh. dear mel Nurse James fiat
ironsi" cried the duck lady, when IN
Gle Wiggily had told her what he want
ed. I'm sorry I didn't send them
back right away. But I never thought
she'd be ironing on a Saturday"
Neither did Nurse Jane" said Uncle
Wiggily. IT'S all on account Of St.
Valentine. But I'll take the irons back
with me now. If you please
I'm sorry to trouble you" said the
duck lady. I'll get them at once.
Out she wibbled and wobbled to the
kitchen to get Nurse James irons. but
soon she came fluttering back.
'Oh, Uncle Wiggilyt" quacked the
duck lady. II left the irons on the
stove, not thinking Nurse Jane would
want them until OF Monday or of a
Tuesday, and they are quite hottie
them, I'm afraid"
"Oh. yes I can" said the bunny.
Just wrap them in a thick piece of
cloth, as Nurse Jane does with hot
apple dumplings when she sends them
to Grandpa Grunter or Grandfather
Goosey Gander. and can carry the
hot irons all right"
I'll do it." said Mrs Wibblewobble.
So she wrapped the hot flat irons,
which OF course were not burning hot.
but Just too warm to handle in your
bare paws-she wrapped them in an
old towel and table cloth and Uncle
Wiggily took them away with him,
promising to tell Nurse Jane how sor-
~ the duck lady was not to have sent
them back before
Well. the bunny rabbit gentleman
went on and on, and pretty soon he
came to the duck pond ocean. on the
other side Of which was his hollow
stump bungalow.
The duck pond ocean is frozen
over" said Uncle Wiggily, and I can
walk across that, making a short cut,
and get home sooner. I'll do it"