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S. Barbour</h1> +<pre> +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare</p> +<p>Author: David Cory</p> +<p>Release Date: May 7, 2011 [eBook #36052]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan,<br /> + and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + + +<h1>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE</h1> + +<h2>BY David Cory</h2> + +<h3>Author of <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Danny +Fox</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit +and Chippy Chipmunk</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Big Brown Bear</span>, <span class="smcap">Little +Jack Rabbit and Professor Crow</span></h3> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + + +<h3><i>LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS</i></h3> + +<h3>(Trademark Registered)</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">ILLUSTRATED BY</span><br /> +H. S. BARBOUR</h3> + +<h3>NEW YORK<br /> +GROSSET & DUNLAP<br /> +PUBLISHERS</h3> + +<h3>Made in the United States of America</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1922, by</span><br /> +GROSSET & DUNLAP</h3> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus1" id="illus1"></a> +<img src="images/illus1.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>The Bunnymobile Horn Made Giant Rabbit Stop His Ears and +Shut His Eyes.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. --> +<p> +<a href="#UNCLE_JOHN_HARE">UNCLE JOHN HARE</a><br /> +<a href="#A_USEFUL_GUMDROP">A USEFUL GUMDROP</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_RAGGED_RABBIT_GIANT">THE RAGGED RABBIT GIANT</a><br /> +<a href="#JACK_SPRITE">JACK SPRITE</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_WOODLAND_ELF">THE WOODLAND ELF</a><br /> +<a href="#FEE_FIE">"FEE, FIE!"</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_OLD_WITCH">THE OLD WITCH</a><br /> +<a href="#STRAWBERRIES">STRAWBERRIES</a><br /> +<a href="#MRS_ANT">MRS. ANT</a><br /> +<a href="#MORE_ADVENTURES">MORE ADVENTURES</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_WISHING_EGG">THE WISHING EGG</a><br /> +<a href="#MAGIC_BOOTS">MAGIC BOOTS</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_TINY_COBBLER">THE TINY COBBLER</a><br /> +<a href="#FIREFLY_LANTERNS">FIREFLY LANTERNS</a><br /> +<a href="#INVITATIONS">INVITATIONS</a><br /> +<a href="#UNCLE_JOHN_HARES_PARTY">UNCLE JOHN HARE'S PARTY</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_LITTLE_RING">THE LITTLE RING</a><br /> +<a href="#DOCTOR_CAT">DOCTOR CAT</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_BIG_BLACK_BEAR">THE BIG BLACK BEAR</a><br /> +<a href="#CHICKEN_CITY">CHICKEN CITY</a><br /> +<a href="#MRS_WILDCAT">MRS. WILDCAT</a><br /> +<a href="#PROFESSOR_CROW">PROFESSOR CROW</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_WITCHS_SPELL">THE WITCH'S SPELL</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_MAGIC_FLOWER">THE MAGIC FLOWER</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_RIBBON_TREE">THE RIBBON TREE</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_FAIRY_CAT">THE FAIRY CAT</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_BIG_BLACK_SNAKE">THE BIG BLACK SNAKE</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_SUGAR_BARREL">THE SUGAR BARREL</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_YELLOW_DOG_TRAMP">THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP</a><br /> +<a href="#ALWAYS_TRUST_THE_FAIRIES">"ALWAYS TRUST THE FAIRIES"</a><br /><br /> +<a href="#LITTLE_JACK_RABBIT_BOOKS">LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS</a><br /> +</p> +<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. --> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">The Bunnymobile Horn Made Giant Rabbit Stop His Ears and Shut His Eyes.</span></a></p> + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">The Wishing Egg Brings New Clothes to Professor Crow.</span></a></p> + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">Jack Sprite and Forest Fay Arrive at Uncle John Hare's Party.</span></a></p> + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">The Little Girl Tied a Ribbon Around Uncle John Hare's Neck.</span></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="UNCLE_JOHN_HARE" id="UNCLE_JOHN_HARE"></a>UNCLE JOHN HARE</h2> + + +<p>"Heigh-ho," said Little Jack Rabbit to himself one bright morning, "how +happy I'd be if I could find Uncle John Hare." And then, all of a sudden +he came to a sign by the road on which was printed in big red letters:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"THREE MILES TO TURNIP CITY"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Perhaps someone there can tell me where he lives," and the little +rabbit set out with a brave heart once more, and pretty soon, not so +very far, he came to a little house painted white, with green shutters +and a red chimney. And, goodness me! Before he could say "Winky pinky" +Uncle John Hare himself opened the door.</p> + +<p>"How did you get here all by yourself? It's a long way from the Old +Bramble Patch," inquired the old gentleman rabbit.</p> + +<p>Well, you can imagine how glad the little tired bunny was to find his +uncle, and for a long time he for got to ask him how he came to leave +the Sunny Meadow, and why he had bought this little house in Turnip +City. But, by and by, his uncle explained it all by saying he wished to +pass the rest of his days in quiet, far away from the Farmer's Boy and +Danny Fox.</p> + +<p>"Now come around to the back of the house and I'll show you my little +garage," said the old gentleman bunny. "I have a Bunnymobile that goes +so fast you can't count the miles before you are home again." Wasn't +that a wonderful automobile to have? Well, I just guess it was. And +after the little rabbit had looked it over his uncle took him back in +the house and showed him the little room which was to be his as long as +he lived in Turnip City.</p> + +<p>"Won't we have fine times together!" said the old gentleman rabbit, with +a laugh. "I've been waiting for just this happy moment. You and I can +travel all over together in sunshiny, snow-falling, rain-wetting +weather." And he slapped the little bunny's back and gave a hop, skip +and jump to one side, and then laughed some more, for he was as happy as +a clam at high tide, as an old fisherman used to say when I was a boy +not so very long ago, but just long enough to make me wish I were twenty +years younger, just the sam<i>ee</i>.</p> + +<p>Well, after a while, it was bedtime, and the cuckoo came out of her +little clock-house and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Time for bed, you sleepy head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Don't sit up too late.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It won't be long before my song<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will make the clock strike eight."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_USEFUL_GUMDROP" id="A_USEFUL_GUMDROP"></a>A USEFUL GUMDROP</h2> + + +<p>The next morning when Little Jack Rabbit woke up for a moment he forgot +he was in Uncle John Hare's house, Turnip City, U.S.A. But in less than +five hundred short seconds he knew where he was, when the cuckoo came +out of her little clock-house and sang:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wake up, wake up! It's early morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sun is sparkling the dew on the corn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The little field mouse is looking about<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the little red rooster's beginning to shout,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>and his kind rabbit uncle looked in at the door and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The buckwheat cakes are sizzling hot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The maple sugar's sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So hurry up and dress yourself<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So we'll have time to eat."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Well, you can just bet your last Liberty bond coupon the little bunny +didn't linger in bed, but dressed himself as fast as a fireman and was +down at the breakfast table before his uncle had eaten more than +thirteen buckwheat cakes.</p> + +<p>As soon as the old gentleman rabbit's housekeeper, Mrs. Daisy Duck, had +cleared away the table and made out a list for the grocer, these two +happy rabbits hopped into the Bunnymobile and started off for Turnip +City to buy sugar and flour and maybe a bag of animal crackers.</p> + +<p>Well, they had gone only just so far when they met little Red Riding +Hood on her way to her grandmother's.</p> + +<p>"Jump in and we'll save you maybe a mile," said the old gentleman +rabbit. "But we must keep a sharp lookout for Mr. Wicked Wolf!" So in +jumped little Red Riding Hood and then off they went. But, oh dear me! +In a little while they saw the big bad wolf creeping along among the +trees.</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said the old gentleman rabbit. "He won't dare touch us +while we're in the Bunnymobile!" But just the same he felt a little bit +worried, let me tell you, and so would you and so would I if we met a +wolf out automobiling.</p> + +<p>"We'll play a little trick on him," said the old gentleman rabbit, and +he opened his tool box and took out a gumdrop as large as a baseball. +"Now if he comes too near I'll throw it to him and he'll snap it up, and +before he knows it his long teeth will be stuck in so tight he won't be +able to open his mouth for a week and a month!" And the next minute this +is just what happened.</p> + +<p>"Here's a little gumdrop for you," said the old gentleman rabbit. And +the ugly wolf snapped it up in his teeth. But when he tried to open his +mouth he couldn't. All he could do was to try to get it out with his +paws, and in the next story you will hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_RAGGED_RABBIT_GIANT" id="THE_RAGGED_RABBIT_GIANT"></a>THE RAGGED RABBIT GIANT</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, the Bunnymobile's a wonderful car;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It goes just as fast as a swift shooting star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every one says, with a toss of his cap<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Uncle John Hare's a lucky old chap.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>And now you remember how the last story ended; although in case you +don't I'll tell you. Little Jack Rabbit was riding with his dear uncle, +Mr. John Hare, of Turnip City, U. S. A.</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon they stopped in front of a grocery store and Little +Red Riding Hood, who was with them, you remember, jumped out and went to +call on her grandmother, who lived in a little house in the wood.</p> + +<p>"Now, let me see," said the old gentleman rabbit, taking out of his +pocket the piece of paper on which his housekeeper, Mrs. Daisy Duck, had +written the things she wanted him to buy at the grocery store:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I want a pound of chocolate prunes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Four dozen ice cream cones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pound or two of sugar glue<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some raisins without stones."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Here they are, Mr. John Hare," said the saleslady, who was a slim young +tabby cat, and she handed him the package nicely done up with pink +ribbons. So off went the two little rabbits in their Bunnymobile. But, +oh, dear me! On their way home whom should they meet but the Ragged +Rabbit Giant of the Skyhigh Mountain. He had just climbed down to take a +look over Turnip City, which is on the other side of the Sippi River, +you know.</p> + +<p>"Hey, hey!" he shouted. "Where are you going?"</p> + +<p>"I guess I'd better stop," said the old gentleman rabbit. "I don't want +to be impolite, but neither do I want to be foolhardy, and it certainly +is risky talking to a giant." But, oh, dear me; while he was thinking +this over the Ragged Rabbit Giant took one long step and stood beside +them.</p> + +<p>"Well, well, well," he said with a low bow, "if this isn't the little +bunny who once made me a visit."</p> + +<p>And then he laughed so loud that the trees trembled. "What have you got +in that paper bag tied up so nicely?" And he stretched out his big hand +to take it, when the old gentleman rabbit made the Bunnymobile horn go +off just like a gun which so frightened the Giant Rabbit that he put his +fingers to his ears and shut his eyes. And before you could say Jack +Robinson the old gentleman bunny started up the Bunnymobile and was +almost home when the giant opened them again. And in the next story you +shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="JACK_SPRITE" id="JACK_SPRITE"></a>JACK SPRITE</h2> + + +<p>"Oh, dear me," said Mrs. Daisy Duck, Uncle John Hare's old lady +housekeeper, you know, "why don't they get home?" and she looked up and +down the road, but she couldn't see the Bunnymobile anywhere.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, dear, oh, dear, I feel so queer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wonder what can be the matter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's quarter past eight and supper is late;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm so worried I'll never grow fatter."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And then that kind-hearted, anxious duck went into the kitchen to see if +the lollypop cookies were burning. And just then, all of a sudden, she +heard the honk! honk! of the Bunnymobile horn and she gave a quack of +relief and made the turnip tea.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha," said Uncle John Hare, stepping into the kitchen. "Sorry we are +late, but we met the Ragged Rabbit Giant on our way home and were +detained." Well, pretty soon he and Little Jack Rabbit sat down to +supper, and when that was over they both went into the sitting room and +made the pianograph play a new tune.</p> + +<p>But just then, all of a sudden, they heard a little voice at the +keyhole, such a tiny little low voice that at first the little rabbit +hardly heard it.</p> + +<p>Again the tiny voice came through the keyhole:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Open the door and let me in<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm hardly as tall as a little tin pin."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Who are you?" asked Uncle John Hare, getting up from his chair and +going over to the door. And then the little voice spoke again. "I'm +little Jack Sprite."</p> + +<p>So the old gentleman bunny opened the door, and there stood the +prettiest little fairy you ever saw. He was dressed in blue, with a tiny +green cap on his head, and long pointed turned up shoes.</p> + +<p>"I suppose you wonder what brings me here," he said, bowing very +politely. "Well, I'll tell you. Somebody has broken the +jack-in-the-pulpit flower I live in, and while I was looking for a new +home I spied the little light in your window. So I said to myself, +'Perhaps it's a firefly's lantern, then, maybe, it isn't, but I'll go +and find out.'"</p> + +<p>Then little Jack Sprite hopped up on a chair and crossed his legs. But +goodness me. He didn't half fill the chair, although it was the smallest +one in the house.</p> + +<p>And maybe he would have fallen asleep by and by if the two little +rabbits hadn't sent him upstairs to bed, and in the next story you shall +hear what happened in the middle of the night.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_WOODLAND_ELF" id="THE_WOODLAND_ELF"></a>THE WOODLAND ELF</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The little gray mouse came out of her house<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just at the hour of twelve.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what she saw on the moonlit floor<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was a tiny woodland elf.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"S-s-sh!" he said, as the little mouse blinked her eyes, frightened, I +suppose, at seeing such a strange sight. "Don't wake up the little +rabbit."</p> + +<p>"What do you want?" asked the little mouse. "Mr. John Hare is very kind +to me, and I don't want anything to happen to him."</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed the little elf, only very low, of course, so as not to +be heard. "How could I hurt a big rabbit?"</p> + +<p>"I'm not so sure about that," replied the little mouse. "Sometimes +little things are more dangerous than big ones," and she tried to look +very wise instead of a little bit frightened.</p> + +<p>"Don't be worried," said the elf, "I'll tell you why I'm here. Jack +Sprite, who lives in a jack-in-the-pulpit flower in the wood, is asleep +upstairs. I must see him before the big red rooster crows at three +o'clock."</p> + +<p>"Mercy me," said the little mousie. "I didn't know there was a fairy +upstairs. What's this house coming to? A fairy upstairs and a fairy +downstairs. The first thing you know there'll be a giant in the garage."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," whispered the elf, walking over to the door. "I must go +upstairs and wake Jack Sprite. Otherwise something dreadful is going to +happen." And so up he climbed on his tiptoes to the spare room where the +little fairy lay asleep in a big feather bed.</p> + +<p>"Gracious me!" said the elf to himself. "I shall have to climb up the +bedpost," and up he went like a telephone man, only of course he didn't +have any spikes in the heels of his shoes. And it was just as well he +didn't, for he certainly would have scratched off all the nice varnish.</p> + +<p>"Twinkle, twinkle, firefly, like a lantern in the sky," he sang, very +soft and low. And pretty soon Jack Sprite opened his eyes and when he +saw the little elf, wasn't he surprised.</p> + +<p>"Come, Jack, you must be quick. The Ragged Rabbit Giant is gathering all +the Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers and pretty soon there won't be one left."</p> + +<p>"But how can I stop him?"</p> + +<p>"Come with me," said the little elf. "I'll help you." So they both +opened the window and slid down a moonbeam. Well, pretty soon, the +little gray mouse grew impatient. So she ran upstairs to see what they +were about, and in the next story you shall hear what happened after +that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="FEE_FIE" id="FEE_FIE"></a>"FEE, FIE!"</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The moonlight shone on the bedroom floor<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As the little gray mouse peeked in through the door,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the little fairy I told you about<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had opened the windows and just gone out.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So the little gray mouse had nothing to do<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But close it again to keep out the flu."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Then she softly stole downstairs so as not to waken Little Jack Rabbit, +and after eating a cheese sandwich went to bed. And now I suppose you +are wondering what became of the little elf and the tiny fairy I +mentioned in the story before this. Well, I'll tell you right away. +As soon as they slid off the moonbeam, they scampered away to the +forest where the big Ragged Rabbit Giant was stealing all the +Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers he could lay hands on.</p> + +<p>"Now hide behind this tree and I'll creep under this bush," said the +little elf, "and when the Ragged Rabbit Giant comes by you blow your +policeman's whistle and I'll blow mine, and I guess that will so +frighten him that he'll never come here again."</p> + +<p>Pretty soon, not so very long, they heard a sharp crashing of branches +and a big thumping on the ground, and then, all of a sudden, the Ragged +Rabbit Giant appeared.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fee, fie, china and delf,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I smell the blood of a little elf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fie, fee, left, right,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I smell the blood of a little sprite."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And, goodness me. Little Jack Sprite and the tiny elf were so frightened +that they almost forgot to blow their policeman whistles. And I guess +they would have if a little round-eyed owl hadn't tooted:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Blow your whistles quick I say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And frighten this Rabbit Giant away!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Goodness me, again! Then how they did blow their whistles, and the Giant +almost jumped through his collar, and before you could say Jack +Robinson, ran back to his castle and climbed into his big folding bed.</p> + +<p>"Now I guess our Shady Forest will be as quiet as Philadelphia," said +the tiny elf. And little Jack Sprite said, "Maybe he has left one +Jack-in-the-pulpit flower in which I can make my home." Then they both +came out from their hiding places and before very long, just a little +while, Jack found a Jack-in-the-pulpit flower. So he was all right and +as happy as could be, and as the little elf had a home in a big oak +tree, he said good-by and ran away just as the little Red Rooster began +to crow.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_OLD_WITCH" id="THE_OLD_WITCH"></a>THE OLD WITCH</h2> + + +<p>"Come, let's go for a ride in the Bunnymobile," said Uncle John Hare.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The wind is blowing from the west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I've got on my new pink vest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll go through Fairy Land, I guess,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Maybe a thousand miles or less."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And the old gentleman bunny curled his whiskers and winked at Mrs. Daisy +Duck, his old lady housekeeper.</p> + +<p>"Well, be sure and get back in time for supper," she said as he and +Little Jack Rabbit hopped into the Bunnymobile and rode away.</p> + +<p>By and by, after a while, and a laugh and a smile, they came to a queer +little house in the wood, so the two little rabbits hopped out and +knocked on the door, which was opened by a little girl dressed in blue.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," she said, with a courtesy. "Come in and see +grandmother." Now her grandmother was a witch, but one of those nice +kind witches you seldom hear about. She didn't have a crooked nose, nor +a turned-up chin, and her back wasn't humped at all. She really was very +nice-looking, indeed, for her blue eyes were kind and her voice sweet +and low.</p> + +<p>"What can I do for you two gentlemen bunnies?" she asked, taking up her +knitting and making the needles fly so fast that they wondered how she +could keep from making a slip now and then, and sometimes oftener.</p> + +<p>"We're looking for strawberries," answered Little Jack Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Oh, ho!" said the nice old witch, "so that's what you're after. Don't +you know that this isn't the time of year for strawberries?"</p> + +<p>"I thought they grew all the year 'round in Fairy Land," said Uncle +Hare.</p> + +<p>"Well, I know where you may find some, but you'll have to sweep away the +snow," said the nice old witch. "Go down to the meadow by the River +Sippi, and then up a little hill, on the top of which stands a tiny +house. Knock on the door and ask Tim Woodman to show you his strawberry +patch."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Uncle John Hare, and he drove away with his little +nephew and by and by they came to the little house. And sure enough, +when they knocked on the door, Tim Woodman opened it. But goodness me! +When they told him what they wanted, he didn't seem at all pleased. I +guess he wanted the strawberries for himself. But anyway, when kind +Uncle John Hare offered to give him a ride in the Bunnymobile, Tim led +them around to the rear of his house, and taking a broom began to sweep +away the snow. And in the next story you shall hear what happened after +that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="STRAWBERRIES" id="STRAWBERRIES"></a>STRAWBERRIES</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tim Woodman swept away the snow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To find his strawberry patch.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just then the wind began to blow<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">And broke his back door latch.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Botheration!" said Tim. "I'll have to make a new one!" Just then a +little snow fairy jumped out from behind a bush and said: "Brush away +the snow, Tim Woodman, and you'll find red, ripe strawberries." And sure +enough he found them, and picking a quart, or maybe more, he said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tell the witch within the wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I really gave you all I could."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"You are very kind," said Uncle John Hare. "Tomorrow we'll come and take +you for a ride in the Bunnymobile." And then the two little rabbits rode +away, carefully holding the box of strawberries, and pretty soon they +came to their little house, where Mrs. Daisy Duck, their old +housekeeper, was waiting for them.</p> + +<p>Goodness me! I wish you could have seen the strawberry shortcake she +made for supper. But perhaps it's just as well you couldn't, for I'm not +sure you would have been invited to have a piece.</p> + +<p>Well, the next morning Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare set off +again in the Bunnymobile, and after they had gone for maybe a mile or +more they came to a cave, outside of which sat a queer little dwarf +dressed in green, with a red-peaked hat on his head. His long white +beard was covered with snowflakes and his bright black eyes twinkled +merrily.</p> + +<p>"Hello, little rabbits," he called out. "What are you doing so far away +from the Old Bramble Patch, U. S. A.?"</p> + +<p>"We are visiting Fairy Land," answered Little Jack Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Well, come in and see my tame mice," said the little dwarf, and he +shook the snow from his beard and opened a little door. The two little +rabbits hopped out of the Bunnymobile and followed him into the cave. +Goodness me! You should have seen all the tame mice. Some were white, +and some were gray, but they were all dressed up like little men—boots +and breeches, coats and hats, and one little mouse carried a cane. I +guess he was the leader of these little mice men, for they all seemed to +do just exactly what he did.</p> + +<p>"I never would have invited you in," said the little dwarf, "if I hadn't +trusted you not to tell the Farmer's big Black Cat."</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed Uncle John Hare, "I don't believe Black Cat has caught +a mouse since Little Jack Rabbit kicked him over."</p> + +<p>And this made the dwarf smile, for he had just read about it in a book +called "Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures." But he didn't have time to say +so to Uncle John Hare, for just then the little mice began to sing the +song you shall hear in the next story.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MRS_ANT" id="MRS_ANT"></a>MRS. ANT</h2> + + +<p>Now let's put our heads together and try to think where we left off in +the last story. Oh, yes, now I remember. Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle +John Hare were in the Dwarf's cave listening to the little mice sing +about crackers and cheese.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"We are the mice of the little dwarf king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who has taught us so well the way to sing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tra la la la, to ro la loo,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The rose is red and the violet blue."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>When they had finished Little Jack Rabbit gave them a big piece of +cheese and said good-by to the dwarf, and after he and Uncle John Hare +had gone for maybe a mile, the Bunnymobile all of a sudden, just like +that, stopped right in the middle of the road and wouldn't go a step +further.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter now, I wonder," asked the old gentleman rabbit</p> + + +<p>"You nearly ran over me," said a little voice, and there stood a tiny +ant, dressed in a pink calico gown and a purple sunbonnet.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me!" exclaimed Uncle John Hare, "it's a good thing the +Bunnymobile saw you in time, because I didn't. Maybe I'd better buy +myself some farsighted goggles."</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, Mrs. Ant?" piped in the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>Now it happened that she was going to the baker shop in Antville which +was three miles away, and so were the two little rabbits, so all three +started off again, and by and by, they stopped in front of the bakery +shop.</p> + +<p>"Thank you very kindly, gentlemen," said Mrs. Ant, "it would have taken +me a long time to have walked those three miles. Maybe some day I can do +you a good turn!" And dropping them a courtesy, she went in to buy a +cookie and maybe a jelly tart.</p> + +<p>"Where shall we go now?" asked the old gentleman bunny, putting on his +goggles and pulling up his coat collar, for it was pretty cold and Mr. +North Wind was whistling through the forest.</p> + +<p>"Let's go down to the pond to skate," said Little Jack Rabbit, and off +they went, but, oh dear me, just as they were strapping on their skates, +who should come along but Mr. Wicked Wolf. And poor Uncle John Hare had +only one skate on.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, Mr. Wolf, don't bother me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For somebody's hiding behind the tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's looking for you with a great big gun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps he's the Big Kind Farmer's Son,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>shouted Little Jack Rabbit. But Mr. Wicked Wolf didn't care. And in the +next story you shall hear what he said.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MORE_ADVENTURES" id="MORE_ADVENTURES"></a>MORE ADVENTURES</h2> + + +<p>"Ha, ha!" growled Mr. Wicked Wolf as he looked at the little rabbits. +"Which one shall I eat, for they both look sweet, dressed in their +pretty fur habits."</p> + +<p>"You won't eat either one of us," said Little Jack Rabbit, taking his +popgun from his knapsack. "Do you remember what happened to your brother +when he tried to kill little Red Riding Hood?"</p> + +<p>"Never mind," replied the big beast, creeping toward the Bunnymobile, +"I've learned a lot about fighting since that time." And he crept still +closer. But the little rabbit never winked an eyelash; he just waited +till the wicked animal was close enough to shoot off his left ear.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, dear, oh, dear! I've lost an ear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What shall I ever do?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I never thought I would be caught<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And made to look so queer."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And that unhappy wolf turned tail and ran away.</p> + +<p>"Well, that was a narrow escape," said the old gentleman rabbit. "I +don't feel much like sightseeing. Let's turn the Bunnymobile around and +get away from here. This old wolf might come back with his brother."</p> + +<p>So off they went, and by and by whom should they meet but Prof. Jim Crow +sitting on a fence.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me!" exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit, "he looks just like that +naughty bird who when</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The maid was in the garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hanging out the clothes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hopped along the clothesline<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And nipped off her nose."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"But you know I'm not that bird," he answered, flapping his wings. "It +was a cousin of mine. Will you give me a ride in your Bunnymobile? I'll +tell you something nice if you do."</p> + +<p>"All right, jump in," said the old gentleman rabbit. "What's the nice +thing you mention?"</p> + +<p>"Not very far from here lives a little yellow hen in a green house. I've +heard that she has a magic china egg which is as good as a wishing +stone. All you have to do is to hold it in your hand and make a wish and +the wish comes true."</p> + +<p>"Let's make her a visit," said Little Jack Rabbit, and off they all went +to the yellow hen's house and if they reach there I will tell you all +about this wonderful wishing egg in the next story.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_WISHING_EGG" id="THE_WISHING_EGG"></a>THE WISHING EGG</h2> + + +<p>"Good morning," said Little Jack Rabbit as the little Yellow Hen opened +the door of her tiny green house. "Uncle John and I would like to see +your Wishing Egg."</p> + +<p>"Who told you I had a Wishing Egg?" she asked, looking sharply at Prof. +Jim Crow.</p> + +<p>"I did," answered that old black bird, with a twist of his tail.</p> + +<p>"You're a meddlesome old person," cackled the little Yellow Hen, "but as +long as you're all here, come in," and she led the way to the sitting +room. Over in the corner was a nest of nice clean straw, in which lay a +big china egg.</p> + +<p>"Now you all come here and make a wish," she said, spreading her wings +over the egg while she sang very low:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wishing Egg, Wishing Egg,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grant three wishes now I beg."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But, oh dear me. For almost a minute and a half neither Little Jack +Rabbit nor Uncle John Hare could decide what they wanted. But Prof. Jim +Crow could. Oh, my, yes! For all of a sudden in through the window came +a silk hat and a swallow tail coat and a big diamond pin.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus2" id="illus2"></a> +<img src="images/illus2.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>The Wishing Egg Brings New Clothes to Professor Crow.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" he laughed, "here are my wishes—one, two, three. Well, now +I'm as happy as happy can be," and in less than five hundred short +seconds he had them on, silk hat, swallow tail coat and big diamond pin.</p> + +<p>"Hurry up and make your wishes," said the little Yellow Hen to the two +little bunnies. So Little Jack Rabbit wrinkled his little pink nose and +Uncle John Hare shut his eyes, and pretty soon they must have made their +wishes for in through the window came a lot of things—a pianograph, a +box of lollypops, a gold watch, a Liberty Bond and a fountain pen.</p> + +<p>"Now, that's a pretty good day's work," said the old gentleman rabbit +with a smile, stroking his whiskers. "But what did you wish for?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing at all," answered the little hen. "When you know you can get +whatever you want by just wishing you don't want anything. But maybe +some day I will, and then I'll wish, never fear." And after that she +combed her yellow curls, beg pardon, I mean her feathers—with her red +coral comb till she looked prettier than her picture, which hung over +the mantelpiece in a red plush frame.</p> + +<p>"Some day I hope we'll be able to do you a good turn," said kind Uncle +John Hare as he and his little rabbit nephew hopped out to the +Bunnymobile. "Any time you are in need call up 'Harebell, one, two, +three, Hurray! Turnip City.'"</p> + +<p>"Good-by," said the little Yellow Hen, and off they went, but Prof. Jim +Crow flew away by himself because he wanted to show his new clothes to +Mrs. Crow before supper. And in the next story you shall hear what +happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MAGIC_BOOTS" id="MAGIC_BOOTS"></a>MAGIC BOOTS</h2> + + +<p>As Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare rode along in the Bunnymobile, +all of a sudden, just like that, they heard someone calling:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, please come and help me out,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm caught so tight and fast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I haven't seen my dear old home<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For two weeks Sunday last."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Who can it be?" asked the old gentleman rabbit in a whisper, slowing up +the Bunnymobile.</p> + +<p>"I don't see anybody," answered his little bunny nephew, "but there must +be somebody in trouble, just the same." And then the voice came again, +only louder than before:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, please, oh, please, come rescue me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm caught so tight in this old oak tree."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And then, all of a sudden, the two little rabbits saw a tiny dwarf +wedged in between a tree and a big rock.</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute! We'll see what we can do," and in less than five hundred +short seconds Little Jack Rabbit and his uncle were tugging away at the +little dwarf and pretty soon they had him out, all except his left foot.</p> + +<p>"Slip your foot out of your boot," said the old gentleman rabbit.</p> + +<p>"No, that would never do," answered the little man. "If I should do that +I would lose my power."</p> + +<p>"Are yours magic boots?" asked the old gentleman rabbit, looking down at +his own, which he considered about the finest in the world, let me tell +you.</p> + +<p>"Indeed they are," answered the dwarf, "they are thousand league boots. +I can run away from a giant as easily as an automobile from a pushcart."</p> + +<p>"Goodness me," exclaimed Uncle John Hare, "they are certainly wonderful. +But what are you going to do? Stay fast to that tree all the rest of +your life, or walk about like other people?"</p> + +<p>Well, this made the dwarf think pretty hard, and by and by he said: +"Pull me out and leave the boot. Maybe I can hop on one leg fast enough +to get away from a giant anyway." So both little rabbits gave a big tug +and out came the dwarf, but the boot was left behind, which made the +dwarf quite unhappy until he was asked to take a ride in the +Bunnymobile.</p> + +<p>"There's an old cobbler who lives near here," said the dwarf. "Perhaps +he might make me a boot. I hear he's a very wonderful cobbler." So the +two little rabbits set off to find him and soon they came to a hut in +the middle of the wood, on the roof of which sat a little robin +redbreast singing. But what he said you must wait to hear in the next +story.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_TINY_COBBLER" id="THE_TINY_COBBLER"></a>THE TINY COBBLER</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tick, tack, two<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Cobbler makes a shoe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That takes a stride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The whole world wide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tick, tack, two."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Did you hear that?" whispered the little dwarf, who in the last story +has lost one of his wonderful thousand league boots, you remember. And +if you don't, please take my word for it, as there won't be space enough +in this story to tell you how it happened.</p> + +<p>"Let's go in and ask the price," said Uncle John Hare. So the two little +bunnies and the dwarf hopped out of the Bunnymobile and went into the +hut. On a wooden bench sat a tiny man dressed in a big leather apron and +red-peaked hat, busily making a boot. He didn't seem a bit surprised +when the door opened, and he said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My little tame robin<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just told me that you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have left in a tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your thousand league shoe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +</div></div> + +<p>"That's right," answered the dwarf. "Will you sell me the one you are +making?"</p> + +<p>"What will you give me for it?" asked Jim Cobbler, waxing his thread and +drawing it carefully through the holes he had just punched in the +leather.</p> + +<p>"Rubies and diamonds," answered the dwarf, taking a bag from his pocket. +"Two diamonds and three rubies, five precious stones, the like of which +you have never seen."</p> + +<p>"I will finish the boot in a short time," answered Jim Cobbler, "and +then you may try it on." And he set to work, and pretty soon, not so +very long, it was finished. And would you believe it, it fitted the +dwarf perfectly and matched his other boot exactly.</p> + +<p>And as soon as he had paid for it, he walked outside and said in a +singing way:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Boots, boots, I would be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand miles across the sea."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And, whisk! away he went and was lost to sight before Uncle John Hare +could get out his spyglass.</p> + +<p>"Well, well," laughed the wonderful shoemaker, coming to the door and +shading his eyes with his hand, "it didn't take him long to walk away. +Ha! ha! My boots are better than airships." I guess he thought he had +done a good day's work, and maybe he had, for two diamonds and three +rubies are a fair price for one boot, although it may have a stride of a +thousand leagues, more or less.</p> + +<p>And just you wait until you hear what happens in the next story.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="FIREFLY_LANTERNS" id="FIREFLY_LANTERNS"></a>FIREFLY LANTERNS</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Twinkle, twinkle, firefly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a diamond in the sky.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Well, it was mighty lucky that this firefly had her tiny lantern along +with her, for I don't know how the two little rabbits would have reached +home if she hadn't lighted the way for them, for the Bunnymobile lantern +had gone out, you see.</p> + +<p>"We must buy some new ones," said the old gentleman bunny. "We may be +arrested any night, and that would be most unpleasant." So the next +morning he and Little Jack Rabbit started off for Bunnyville and by and +by, after a while, they crossed the bridge that spanned Rabbit River, +which wasn't really much wider than a little brook, and stopped before a +hardware store.</p> + +<p>"What kind of lanterns have you?" asked Uncle John Hare of the fat +Turkey Gobble who kept the store.</p> + +<p>"We have Jack lanterns, and miners' lamps, and Japanese lanterns, +and——"</p> + +<p>"That'll do," said the little bunny, "let's see them." And after looking +at this and looking at that the old gentleman rabbit picked out two Jack +Lanterns.</p> + +<p>"These will look scrumptious," he said. "I don't believe another car in +town will have one." And then they started off again down the road to +see little Ben Meadow.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now little Ben Meadow lived in a round house.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His first name was Ben and his last name was Mouse.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>So now you know who little Ben is, but just the same I suppose you +wonder why he would be delighted to have two rabbits call on him. Well, +I'll tell you. It was because, in the first place, he knew that these +two nice bunnies wouldn't hurt him, and in the second place, he wore a +collar and belt of leather studded with sharp pointed tacks, which would +hurt anyone who tried to catch him.</p> + +<p>"Helloa, Ben," said the old gentleman rabbit when the little mouse +opened the door. "Have you any green cheese?"</p> + +<p>"Maybe, but I'm not sure. It is over two weeks since the Man in the Moon +was here," answered Benjamin Meadow Mouse, for that was his whole name, +you know, only everybody called him "Ben" for short, and the little mice +called him "Bennie."</p> + +<p>Pretty soon he came out with a piece of cheese wrapped up in a napkin +and handed it to the old gentleman rabbit, who thanked him and said: +"I'm going to give a party tonight. You are invited. Come at eight and +stay till late," and then he turned the Bunnymobile around and away they +went. Pretty soon they passed through the wood, where Bobbie Redvest had +his nest.</p> + +<p>"Come to my party tonight at eight, bring Mrs. Robin and stay till +late," said Uncle John Hare, and in the next story you shall hear what +happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="INVITATIONS" id="INVITATIONS"></a>INVITATIONS</h2> + + +<p>You remember in the last story that Uncle John Hare was giving a party +and had invited Benjamin Meadow Mouse and Bobbie Redvest, to be there +early and stay till late and bring a key to his little front gate.</p> + +<p>But now that I come to think of it, I didn't tell you about the key. No, +sir, I must have forgotten that. Well, you see, there was a fence all +around Uncle John's house, and if you didn't have a key to the little +gate, why, of course, you couldn't get in. But the old gentleman rabbit +had bought a thousand keys and to every one of his friends had given +one, and sometimes two, but not at the same time.</p> + +<p>"Now who else shall we invite?" asked the old gentleman bunny, as they +rolled along with a laugh and a song.</p> + +<p>"Jack Sprite," answered Little Jack Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Of course," laughed the old gentleman bunny, and he turned down the +shady dell where the Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers grew, and by and by he +came to the one in which Jack lived.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I'll come," he said, "and I'll stay late, until the rooster +crows at eight."</p> + +<p>"All right," answered Uncle John Hare, "I don't care, but don't blame me +if I should fall asleep before that time," and then away went the +Bunnymobile and before very long the two little rabbits met the little +fairy who had once upon a time, not very many stories ago, slept in the +old gentleman rabbit's bed.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come to my party, come at eight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bring your key to my little front gate."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"I'll be there, never fear," laughed the little fairy, for Uncle John +Hare was noted for his wonderful parties.</p> + +<p>"Now that makes three," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Shall we ask the +Ragged Rabbit Giant?"</p> + +<p>"Sh-s-sh!" whispered the old gentleman bunny, "don't mention his name. I +have only ten pounds of cheese for the rarebit. He'd eat a ton at one +bite." Then they went on until they met Little Red Riding Hood.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come to my party, come at eight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bring your key to my little front gate."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"I'll be there," answered Little Red Riding Hood, and she ran down to +the village to buy a new gown.</p> + +<p>"Now who else?" asked the old gentleman rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me, yes, indeed, there's Bo Peep," said Billy Bunny. And in +the next story you shall hear about the party.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="UNCLE_JOHN_HARES_PARTY" id="UNCLE_JOHN_HARES_PARTY"></a>UNCLE JOHN HARE'S PARTY</h2> + + +<p>You remember we left off in the last story just as the two little +rabbits were on their way to ask Bo Peep to come to their party. Well, +she said she would, of course, and then Uncle John Hare, the old +gentleman bunny, went to the telephone and called up Mother Goose and +invited her and all the little people of Mother Goose Land to his party.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come to my party, come at eight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bring your key to my little front gate,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>he added, before hanging up the receiver, for he didn't want anybody to +be disappointed, you know. But they would be, just the same, if they +forgot to bring their keys, for the old gentleman rabbit would never +open his front gate after eight.</p> + +<p>"Now we had better hurry home to help Mrs. Daisy Duck get things ready +for tonight," and he changed places with his bunny nephew, who took the +wheel and steered the Bunnymobile, while kind Uncle John Hare looked +over the list of names to make sure no one had been left out, and pretty +soon, not so very long, they were home and as busy as could be getting +everything ready for the big party.</p> + +<p>At eight o'clock, and maybe a few minutes before, the little front gate +began to rattle, and Mother Goose came up the walk, followed by +Goosey-Goosey-Gander and the Three Blind Mice, who held on to the +gander's tail feathers so as not to stub their toes on the front door +step.</p> + +<p>Then pretty soon, the lock began to rattle again, and in came Jack +Sprite and the little Forest Fay, and before 13 minutes past 8 every one +was there. Well, by and by it came time to cut the big birthday cake in +which was hidden a little gold ring, and of course everyone hoped he +would find it in his piece of cake. But of course everybody except +Benjamin Meadow Mouse was disappointed, which tells you right away who +got the ring.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus3" id="illus3"></a> +<img src="images/illus3.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>Jack Sprite and Forest Fay Arrive at Uncle John Hare's Party.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>Now everything was going along as nicely as you please, when, all of a +sudden, there came a rap-tap-a-tap at the little front gate, and Mrs. +Daisy Duck, the old housekeeper, whispered:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Somebody's knocking at the gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We won't let him in because it's too late;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No one gets in who has lost his key<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No matter what time the hour may be."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But, goodness me. The knocking kept right on, only louder and louder, +and pretty soon a gruff voice said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm the Ragged Rabbit Giantman<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Open the gate as quick as you can."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"What shall we do?" asked Mrs. Daisy Duck, who was a timid lady duck and +never felt safe unless she was out in the middle of Turnip City Lake.</p> + +<p>And in the next story, if that big giant doesn't break down the gate, +I'll tell you what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_RING" id="THE_LITTLE_RING"></a>THE LITTLE RING</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If you don't open the gate, I'll step over the wall<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's not very high, and I'm pretty tall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I guess you had better open the gate;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In case I get angry you'll find it too late."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Oh, dear me!" said Mrs. Daisy Duck, "What shall we do?"</p> + +<p>Then what do you suppose little Benjamin Meadow Mouse said? You'd never +guess. He ran out of the house, down to the gate, and called out to that +great big giant: "Have you a little boy at home?"</p> + +<p>"I certainly have," replied the big immense giant rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Then take this little ring to him," said Benjamin Meadow Mouse, handing +over the ring which he had just found in his piece of birthday cake, as +I told you in the last story.</p> + +<p>"You are very kind," said the giant. "I'll go home at once and give it +to him." And away he went to climb up his mountain.</p> + +<p>Well, after that, the birthday party broke up, and all the little guests +went home, but before Benjamin Meadow Mouse said good night, Little Jack +Rabbit gave him another ring, maybe a little prettier than the one in +the birthday cake.</p> + +<p>The next morning when Mr. Merry Sun looked into the window he said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wake up, wake up! little boy rabbit<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dress yourself in your white fur habit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's going to be a beautiful day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I've driven the rain clouds all away."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"That's very nice of you, Mr. Merry Sun," said the little bunny, rubbing +his eyes, for he was still sleepy from the birthday party. Then, after a +yawn or two, he jumped out of bed, and pretty soon he was downstairs +with Uncle John Hare, reading the Bunnyville News.</p> + +<p>Well, before very long, they were ready to go for a drive, so they +cranked up the Bunnymobile, and started off, and by and by, after a +while, and many a mile and a song and a smile, they met little Bobbie +Redvest who told them that the Cow That Jumped Over the Moon wasn't +feeling very well.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me, that's too bad," said the old gentleman bunny. "I guess +I'll get the doctor." So off he went, with Little Jack Rabbit, and +pretty soon, not so very far, they came to the good doctor's house on +the corner of Lettuce Avenue and Pumpkin Square.</p> + +<p>And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DOCTOR_CAT" id="DOCTOR_CAT"></a>DOCTOR CAT</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, Doctor Cat was very wise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh, very wise was he.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He knew you'd smile in a little while<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If tickled on the knee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Well, I hope you remember where we left off in the last story, but in +case you don't, Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare had gone after +Doctor Cat to tell him that the Cow That Jumped Over the Moon was ill +with the rheumatism.</p> + +<p>"That's pretty hard to cure," said the wise cat doctor after the little +bunnies had explained matters. "But I will get my little black bag and +go with you," and filling it full of little medicine bottles and boxes +of pills he put on his coat and hat and followed the two little rabbits +out to the Bunnymobile. Then they all started for Mrs. Cow's house in +Meadowville, on the corner of Corn Cob Avenue and Clover Street.</p> + +<p>"I don't know what will happen if she never can jump over the moon +again," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Just think how disappointed all the +little boys and girls will be who read Mother Goose. Maybe the Little +Dog will never laugh again and the Dish won't run after the Spoon."</p> + +<p>"I'll give her a jumping powder," said Dr. Cat. "That's all she needs. +Don't worry. I once treated a kangaroo for the same trouble," And he +began to purr as if nothing could worry him except, maybe, a big dog.</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon they came to Mrs. Cow's house, so the doctor jumped +out and went in. But, oh dear me, Mrs. Cow was sicker than he thought, I +guess, for he didn't come out for fifteen minutes, and maybe more.</p> + +<p>"How is she?" inquired kind Uncle John Hare when the famous cat doctor +was once more seated in the Bunnymobile.</p> + +<p>"She hasn't got rheumatism at all," he answered. "She bumped her foot on +the edge of the moon, but it will be all well in a few days."</p> + +<p>By and by the two little rabbits and the famous cat doctor came to a +bridge where they found the old dog who took the toll ill with the flu.</p> + +<p>"Let me off here," said Dr. Cat, "and you can go on your way." So the +two little bunnies crossed the bridge and stopped at a moving picture +theatre.</p> + +<p>"There's going to be a show very soon," said a green parrot. "Get your +tickets. Don't be late. There won't be a seat by half past eight."</p> + +<p>"Shall we go in?" asked the old gentleman rabbit.</p> + +<p>And you don't suppose for a minute that Little Jack Rabbit answers "no" +in the next story, do you?</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_BIG_BLACK_BEAR" id="THE_BIG_BLACK_BEAR"></a>THE BIG BLACK BEAR</h2> + + +<p>Now the Moving Picture to which Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare +went in the story before this was about a dog that barked at the moon +till the Man in the Moon threw him a bone, after which he sat out in the +backyard every night to catch the bones the Man in the Moon threw down +to him.</p> + +<p>"I wish it had been about the little bird in the Moon Man's house," said +Little Jack Rabbit. "I don't care much about dogs."</p> + +<p>Well, after that they both jumped into the Bunnymobile and started off +for home. But, oh dear me. They had gone only a little way, just so far, +when out from the wood jumped a big black bear.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What are you doing out here by my wood?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your Bunnymobile makes a noise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It will wake up my cub with its rub-a-dub-dub,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And frighten the little bird boys."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"No, it won't," answered the old gentleman rabbit. "Everybody in the +Shady Forest knows me. I've taken the fairies out for a drive. They like +it."</p> + +<p>Well, when the Black Bear heard that he grew more sociable and pretty +soon he invited the two little bunnies to call. So Little Jack Rabbit +asked him to get in the Bunnymobile, and away they went to the bear's +home. And after a while, they saw among the trees a cute little log +house.</p> + +<p>"That's where I live," said the Black Bear, and in less time than I can +take to tell it, they were all out of the Bunnymobile and seated in the +parlor.</p> + +<p>"Now wait a minute and I'll see if my little cub is awake," said the big +Black Bear, and he went to the foot of the stairs to listen.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go to sleep, you naughty cub,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What makes you wriggle so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You ought to be in Dreamy Land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where pretty flowers grow."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Sh-s-sh!" said the big Black Bear, motioning to Uncle John Hare. "Mrs. +Bear is singing him to sleep!" So the two little rabbits tiptoed out of +the log cabin and hopped into the Bunnymobile, and went softly away, for +they knew how hard it is for mothers to get their children to sleep and +they didn't want to make trouble for kind Mrs. Bear.</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon these kind little bunnies reached home, where Mrs. +Daisy Duck, their housekeeper, stood waiting on the front porch. It was +quite late and the Twinkle, Twinkle Star was shining down from the sky. +And next time if</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Man in the Moon doesn't lose a cent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so is unable to pay his rent,<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>I'll tell you another story about these two little rabbits.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHICKEN_CITY" id="CHICKEN_CITY"></a>CHICKEN CITY</h2> + + +<p>One morning as Uncle John Hare and his bunny nephew sat on the front +porch of their little house on the corner of Turnip Square and Lettuce +Avenue they saw a Yellow Hen walking down the road. She had on a pink +shawl and a purple sunbonnet and a pair of little red slippers.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cackle, cackle, what do you think,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I went to the store to buy some ink,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Paper and pen a letter to write,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they told me they'd all sold out last night."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"So here I am," said the little Yellow Hen. "I must make you a call," +and she hopped up on the porch and sat down in the rocking chair.</p> + +<p>"Well, we're glad to see you," said the old gentleman rabbit. "How are +all the folks in Chicken City?"</p> + +<p>"The old Red Rooster has the chicken pox," she answered. And when the +old gentleman rabbit heard that he was dreadfully sorry, for once upon a +time that very same rooster used to wake him up every morning for +breakfast.</p> + +<p>"We'll take the Bunnymobile and go over to see him," he said. And in +less than 500 short seconds all three of them were driving toward +Chicken City. But, would you believe it, when they reached the old Red +Rooster's house they were told he had gone for a walk on the meadow. And +pretty soon they heard him say:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I got over the chickenpox,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I nearly had the flu<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm so glad I'm well again—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cock-a-doodle-do!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Too bad you took all this trip for nothing," said the Yellow Hen.</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it," answered the old gentleman bunny. "It's worth going a +thousand miles to hear my old friend crow again." And then he and Little +Jack Rabbit jumped into the Bunnymobile and started off for home. But +they had gone only a little way, maybe a mile and maybe less, when they +saw a little pig by the road-side, eating clover tops and wagging his +little curly tail to brush away the flies.</p> + +<p>"Come, take a ride with us," shouted Little Jack Rabbit. So in jumped +the little pig and sat down on the back seat and then the old gentleman +bunny made the Bunnymobile go twice as fast to frighten the little pig. +But he wasn't scared. He lay back against the nice soft cushions and +took a lollypop out of his pocket and made believe he was smoking a +pipe. And when the old gentleman rabbit turned around, he nearly upset +the Bunnymobile he was so surprised.</p> + +<p>And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MRS_WILDCAT" id="MRS_WILDCAT"></a>MRS. WILDCAT</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Bunnymobile went gliding along,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the two little rabbits sang a song.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The little pig now and then joined in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, oh, dear me! his voice was thin.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Stop that noise!" cried somebody, all of a sudden, just like that. And +from behind a bush a big wildcat jumped right out into the middle of the +road. And, oh dear me, again, and maybe once more, but she had dreadful +long teeth and sharp pointed claws.</p> + +<p>"I won't stop," answered the old gentleman rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you will," said the wildcat, "and what is more I'm going to eat +your friend Mr. Pig."</p> + +<p>Goodness gracious me! That was a terrible thing to hear, especially if +you're a pig. And then with a leap that fierce wildcat landed in the +Bunnymobile. But, oh dear me, before she could touch him Little Jack +Rabbit picked up a big round rubber tire and threw it over that wicked +wildcat's head, and when she tried to get it off the little air valve +opened and blew in her eye until she couldn't see anything. And while +she had her eyes shut the old gentleman rabbit put a big chain around +her waist and padlocked it to the Bunnymobile.</p> + +<p>"Now will you be good?" asked Little Jack Rabbit with a grin. "We'll +take you to the Catnip City jail and turn you over to the Policeman +Dog."</p> + +<p>And away went the two little rabbits, but, let me tell you, before they +even started the little pig jumped over the seat and sat down beside +them, for he didn't want to stay with the big wildcat. Oh, dear no! Not +even if she were chained and padlocked.</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon, not so very long, although it seemed a month to the +little pig, they came to Catnip City, and in a few minutes after that +they stopped in front of the jail.</p> + +<p>"What have you got here?" asked the Policeman Dog, coming out with his +club in his right paw. "Oh, I see, Mrs. Wildcat. I'm mighty glad you've +caught her." And he tickled her ear with his club and locked her up in a +cell.</p> + +<p>"She won't bother anybody for thirty days," said the Policeman Dog.</p> + +<p>And then away went the two little bunnies till they came to a farm where +a big turkey gobbler lived.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gobble, gobble, gobble!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cried the great big turkey cock.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd like to find some one to darn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hole in my purple sock."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Give it to me and I'll take it home to my housekeeper," said Uncle John +Hare. And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PROFESSOR_CROW" id="PROFESSOR_CROW"></a>PROFESSOR CROW</h2> + + +<p>Now I forgot to tell you in the last story that as soon as the two +little rabbits reached the farm where the big Turkey Gobbler had a hole +in his purple sock, the little pig jumped out of the Bunnymobile and ran +around to the pigsty, and he was in such a hurry that he forgot all +about thanking them for the nice ride.</p> + +<p>"Now I hope my housekeeper, Mrs. Daisy Duck, has some purple yarn," said +the old gentleman rabbit as the Turkey Gobbler handed over the sock with +the hole in it, "but if she hasn't I'll get some for her at the +One-Two-Three-Cent Store in Turnip City."</p> + +<p>"You're very kind," answered the Turkey Gobbler. "Some day I'll do you a +favor."</p> + +<p>Well, by and by, after a while, the two little rabbits came to a hill +which the Bunnymobile wouldn't go up. No, siree. It just stood still and +turned its two brass lamps around to see what the old gentleman rabbit +was going to do about it.</p> + +<p>"Goodness gracious me!" he said. "Now what do you think is the matter. +Maybe it wants some gasoline to drink or maybe some milk. I'm sure I +don't know which!" And just then Professor Crow flew by and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What is the matter with you, I say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's a wire stretched across the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can't you see it from where you sit?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The two front wheels are caught by it."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"So there is," exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit. "Thank you, Professor +Crow."</p> + +<p>"But how can we cut the wire?" asked the old gentleman rabbit. "I wish +Mrs. Daisy Duck were here with her work basket; we could borrow her +scissors."</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed the old black crow. "If you'll give me a ride I'll cut +the wire with my beak."</p> + +<p>"That will be fine," said Uncle John Hare. "Go ahead and cut it, and +then jump in and we'll take you wherever you wish." In a few minutes +that clever black bird cut the wire in two, and then the Bunnymobile +went up the hill as nicely as you please. And when they reached the top +they met a little old man with a pack on his back. He was a very queer +looking person, not the least like a dwarf, but much smaller than a boy.</p> + +<p>"Take me with you, good friends," he said. "I will reward you with a +present from my pack."</p> + +<p>"Jump in," said Little Jack Rabbit. "You may sit with Professor Crow on +the back seat." So the little old man crawled in, bundle and all, and +after a while he undid the string that tied the bag and put his hand +inside.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What shall I pick from out of the bag.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Say what you'd like the best.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A watch or a ring or a diamond stud,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or a purple velvet vest?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_WITCHS_SPELL" id="THE_WITCHS_SPELL"></a>THE WITCH'S SPELL</h2> + + +<p>Now I guess Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare, the nice old +gentleman bunny, have had plenty of time since I wrote the last story to +think what they would rather have from the pack, which the funny little +old man had untied as he rode along with them in the Bunnymobile.</p> + +<p>"Now tell me what you'd like," he said again.</p> + +<p>"I'll take a diamond pin," said the old gentleman rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Give me a watch," cried the little bunny.</p> + +<p>"A gold ring will suit me," said the little pig. "I can wear it like an +earring in my nose."</p> + +<p>"I'd like a purple velvet vest," said Prof. Jim Crow; "it will go very +nicely with my black swallow-tail coat."</p> + +<p>Then the funny little old man pulled out his hand, and, would you +believe it? he handed Little Jack Rabbit a diamond pin. And then he put +his hand in the bag again and drew out a watch, a ring, and a lovely +purple vest.</p> + +<p>"Goodness gracious me, but you are generous," said Uncle John Hare. "How +can we ever repay you?"</p> + +<p>"I will tell you," answered the little old man. "And I hope you will be +willing to do what I ask."</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear me," thought Little Jack Rabbit, "I know he's going to ask us +to do something dangerous."</p> + +<p>"In yonder forest," said the little old man, "lives an old witch who +keeps in a wicker cage a lovely bird. Now this little bird is really my +daughter, but the wicked witch has cast a spell over her. And the only +way she can be set free is for someone to touch her with a little blue +flower which grows all by itself near a big oak tree, not far from +here."</p> + +<p>"I will fly away and bring back the flower," said Professor Jim Crow.</p> + +<p>"Now then," said the funny little old man, "I will tell you what to do. +The little pig must go around to the back of the witch's hut and dig up +her garden, and when she runs out to send him away, you two rabbits hop +up on the porch and carry off the cage. And as soon as you have it safe +in the Bunnymobile, come back to me. I will wait for you here."</p> + +<p>Well, by this time, as Prof. Jim Crow had flown after the flower, the +two little rabbits and the pig started off for the witch's hut and by +and by, after a while, they stopped in the wood and got out. And when +they were quite near, the little pig ran around to the back and began to +dig up the garden.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon, the old witch ran out of the back door to chase the pig and +by this time Little Jack Rabbit had placed the birdcage in the +Bunnymobile. But, oh dear me. Just as he and his uncle were driving away +they heard a dreadful scream, and in the next story I'll tell you what +happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MAGIC_FLOWER" id="THE_MAGIC_FLOWER"></a>THE MAGIC FLOWER</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come back, come back with my pretty bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or I'll change you both into a snake.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How dare you act like a couple of thieves<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my little pet blue bird take?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>And then the witch gave a dreadful scream, and jumping on her +broom-stick flew after Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare.</p> + +<p>Now it may seem strange that a broom-stick can go as fast as a +Bunnymobile, but it did, just the same. And maybe a little faster, for +pretty soon the old witch was alongside and stretching out her bony hand +tried to snatch up the cage with the little blue bird. But just then, +all of a sudden, up came Professor Jim Crow with the magic blue flower, +and as soon as he touched the little bird she changed into a lovely +princess, and the old witch gave another dreadful scream and almost fell +off her broom-stick. You see she was afraid of that little magic blue +flower, for she knew if she came near it she would turn into a bat, and +that would be the end of her. So she flew away on her broom-stick, back +to her hut in the wood.</p> + +<p>Well, by this time they had reached the funny little old man with his +pack who lost no time in touching the little magic flower, when, presto! +chango! as the magician says, he turned into a handsome king, and +throwing his arms around the princess, cried, "My dearest daughter! At +last you are free!" And then he turned to the two little rabbits and +Prof. Jim Crow. "How shall I ever repay you?"</p> + +<p>"Don't mention it again," said the old gentleman bunny. "We are all glad +to have helped you; and besides, you gave us all a present."</p> + +<p>Just then the little pig came up, much out of breath, for he had run all +the way from the witch's house.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon the king and the princess drove off in a great coach drawn +by four milk white horses, after saying good-by to the bunnies, the crow +and pig. And not so very long, they heard a voice singing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My little white dress I have washed so clean,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will iron the ruffles in between,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when the prince comes riding along,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll sing my prettiest fairy song."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Who is singing?" asked the little rabbit, and they stopped the +Bunnymobile and knocked at the door of a little house they spied in the +wood and in less than five seconds, it was opened by a little girl.</p> + +<p>"Come in," she said, "I've never seen such nice rabbits before." And in +the next story you shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_RIBBON_TREE" id="THE_RIBBON_TREE"></a>THE RIBBON TREE</h2> + + +<p>In the story before this I told you how a little girl opened the door of +her cottage when the two little rabbits went rat-a-tat-tat three times. +And you remember she was singing a song about her pretty ruffled dress +which she meant to put on before the prince came riding by. Well, as +soon as the two little rabbits sat down in the parlor, the little girl +said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have a little tree, on which silk ribbons grow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some are red as roses, some are white as snow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And some are yellow, pink and blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, I'll show my tree to you."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And then she led Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare into her garden +and showed them this wonderful tree. It certainly was a beautiful tree, +just covered with little silk ribbons of many colors and on the topmost +branch Bobbie Redvest had a nest full of little blue eggs.</p> + +<p>And while they stood there admiring this wonderful tree, five little +dwarfs ran into the garden and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"We want a yard of ribbon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As blue as sunny sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two yards of purple color<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And three of crimson dye."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Then the little girl took a pair of silver scissors from her pocket and +clipped off the ribbons. And wasn't it wonderful? No sooner had she cut +off a piece than another grew in its place. And after she had rolled up +the ribbons in a neat package, the five little dwarfs each took a +diamond out of his pocket and gave it to her, and then they hurried away +without a word to the two little rabbits.</p> + +<p>"They never speak to anyone except in poetry," said the little girl, +"and maybe they were too bashful to think of a rhyme for you."</p> + +<p>"I'd like to buy a blue ribbon for a tie," said Uncle John Hare.</p> + +<p>"I will give you one for nothing," said the little girl, "if you will +take me in your Bunnymobile to the One-Two-Three-Cent Store in Catnip +City."</p> + +<p>"All right," answered Uncle John Hare. So the little girl cut off a +piece of blue ribbon and tied it around his neck and then off they went +to the One-Two-Three-Cent Store.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus4" id="illus4"></a> +<img src="images/illus4.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>The Little Girl Tied a Ribbon Around Uncle John Hare's Neck.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>"I sell these ribbons for Pussy Cats and Bow-wow Dogs," she said, +opening a box which she carried under her arm. "Then I buy groceries and +shoes for myself, and some day when the prince comes riding by on his +big white horse he will stop to see me, and then maybe he'll ask me to +marry him, and I shall be a princess. But I shall take my little magic +tree with me and plant it in the castle garden, for it is my lucky +charm." And in the next story, just wait until you hear what happens.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_FAIRY_CAT" id="THE_FAIRY_CAT"></a>THE FAIRY CAT</h2> + + +<p>When the two little rabbits and the little girl reached the +One-Two-Three-Cent Store in Catnip City, they all jumped out of the +Bunnymobile. Now, I don't believe I ever told you about the +One-Two-Three-Cent Store. It was kept by a Fairy Cat, whose name was +Tabby Tiny Cat. And all the fairies for miles around bought things at +her store, for she kept every kind of a thing—candies made of honey +dew, nuts and maple sugar, Sunbeam Taffy and Moonlight Marshmallows, as +well as Cobweb Laces and pretty moss rugs and Sugar Maple Icicle Candy.</p> + +<p>"Come in, come in," said the Fairy Cat.</p> + +<p>"I've things for a penny and some for two, and others for three, now +what will it be?"</p> + +<p>"Let me look around first," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Mrs. Daisy Duck, +my uncle's housekeeper, makes all the good things we want to eat, but +maybe you will have something we'd like to buy." So while he and Uncle +John Hare looked around, the little girl showed the lovely Magic Tree +Ribbons to the Fairy Cat who said:</p> + +<p>"I'll take them all, for the Fairy Cats will need bows for Easter." Then +the little girl bought flour and sugar and a pair of little red shoes, +and a dainty sunbonnet with a yellow butterfly on it. And then she was +ready to go home. But the two little rabbits were still looking around +trying to find something which they could buy for Mrs. Daisy Duck.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon a Yellow Bird in a wicker cage began to sing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Buy a fairy dewdrop pin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your purple tie to fasten in."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Good," said Uncle John Hare, "that's what I want."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Buy a silver tick-tock watch<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To tell the time of day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll find it very useful<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When riding miles away,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>sang the little bird.</p> + +<p>"That's the very thing," exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit. And as soon as +they had paid the Fairy Cat, they all jumped into the Bunnymobile and +started back for the little girl's house where in the garden grew the +Magic Ribbon Tree I told you about in the last story.</p> + +<p>But, oh dear me. Just as they drew up at the front gate, they saw the +Ragged Rabbit Giant behind the house. "Oh, dear," said the little girl. +"He will pick off all the lovely ribbons. What shall I do?"</p> + +<p>Well, just then, all of a sudden, a big tremendous long snake crawled +out from behind a tree. And in the next story, you shall hear what +happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_BIG_BLACK_SNAKE" id="THE_BIG_BLACK_SNAKE"></a>THE BIG BLACK SNAKE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm as strong as an iron rope<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can bind a giant fast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I coil like a belt around his waist,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can make him breathe his last,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>sang the Big Black Snake just as I finished the last story.</p> + +<p>"Then help us," said Little Jack Rabbit, "for the Ragged Rabbit Giant is +picking all the lovely ribbons from the little girl's magic tree."</p> + +<p>"Keep quiet," said the snake, "and I will glide around into the garden +and see what I can do."</p> + +<p>So Uncle John Hare, Little Jack Rabbit and the little girl hid behind a +lilac bush. And pretty soon, not so very long, they heard a dreadful +noise. Oh, dear me, yes. And in another minute the Ragged Rabbit Giant +ran out of the garden with the big snake coiled about his waist.</p> + +<p>Now the Ragged Rabbit Giant was tremendously strong, and the snake found +it hard work to squeeze the breath out of him. But, just the same, +Ragged Rabbit Giant was mighty uncomfortable, let me tell you. And +pretty soon he said in a whisper:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If you will tell this dreadful snake<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bother me no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll never pass this way again<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor knock upon your door."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Shall I let him go?" asked the snake, winking his left eye at Uncle +John Hare. "First make him give us a promise," answered the wise old +gentleman rabbit. So the big bunny giant made a solemn vow never to +bother them again.</p> + +<p>"You are a very kind snake," said the little girl, "I will give you some +ribbons for your children's Easter bonnets." And she ran into the garden +and with her silver scissors clipped off some pretty ribbons and gave +them to the snake, who then glided away to his home.</p> + +<p>Just then the sound of a bugle was heard and the little girl cried:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here comes the prince on his snow-white steed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As my godmother told me he would,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To take me away to his castle gay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the midst of the whispering wood."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And sure enough, in a few minutes the prince came by and asked the +little girl to come to his castle. So she pulled up the Magic Ribbon +Tree and locked the door of her little house, and then the handsome +prince lifted her up on the saddle and rode away to the castle. And as +soon as the little girl was seated behind him she grew into a beautiful +young princess. And in the next story, oh, just wait until you hear what +happens.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_SUGAR_BARREL" id="THE_SUGAR_BARREL"></a>THE SUGAR BARREL</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Said Mrs. Daisy Duck one day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"The sugar all has gone away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ants have made a call I fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And taken it away from here."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Never mind," said Uncle John Hare, the old gentleman rabbit, "perhaps +they couldn't buy any lollypops at the One-Two-Three-Cent Store."</p> + +<p>"But what am I to do?" asked Mrs. Daisy Duck. "I must have sugar to make +Angel cake."</p> + +<p>"If that's the case," said the old gentleman bunny, "I'll motor over to +Turnip City and buy some." So he and Little Jack Rabbit jumped into the +Bunnymobile and away they went, and after a while, and maybe a mile, and +a laugh and a smile, they stopped at the Big Grocery Store.</p> + +<p>Now the manager of the sugar department was a very nice pig, and when he +advised Uncle John Hare to take a barrel of sugar instead of three +pounds for twenty-five cents, the old gentleman rabbit said all right, +he would. But, goodness me. They had a dreadful time getting that heavy +barrel into the Bunnymobile. But after a while they rolled it up on the +back seat, and then they started off for home. But, goodness me again! +They had gone but a little way when, all of a sudden, just like that, a +voice sang out:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What have you got in that barrel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sits up so straight on the seat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'd have a close call if it happened to fall<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On top of your four little feet."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Who are you?" asked the old gentleman bunny, stopping the Bunnymobile +and looking all about him. But he couldn't see anybody, and neither +could the little rabbit, although he put up his spyglasses and looked +over the top of a tall oak tree.</p> + +<p>"Here I am," said the voice, and all of a sudden, just like that, a big +honey bee flew out of a flower.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed the old gentleman rabbit, "I guess you smelt sugar. We +have enough in that barrel to last for maybe a year and a day, as they +say in Fairy Land."</p> + +<p>"I will give you a box of honey for two pounds of sugar," said the bee. +"Mr. Bee told me this morning that he was tired of honey in his coffee."</p> + +<p>"Get in the Bunnymobile and come with us," said the old gentleman bunny. +"When we get there I'll open the barrel and give you some." So away they +went and soon they came across an old rag doll lying in the dusty road.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me," exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit, "she must have +fainted." And, sure enough, this was the case, for as soon as she was +lifted into the Bunnymobile she opened her eyes and said: "In the next +story I'll tell you how I was lost by a little girl with a blue +sunbonnet."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_YELLOW_DOG_TRAMP" id="THE_YELLOW_DOG_TRAMP"></a>THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm a plain rag doll in a dress of blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I've been lost, an hour or two<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By a little girl with a curly head<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who will cry for me when she goes to bed."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>This is what the Rag Doll said to the two little rabbits who picked her +up in the last story, you remember.</p> + +<p>"Dear me!" exclaimed the old gentleman bunny. "What's the name of the +little girl?"</p> + +<p>"Lucy Locket," said the Rag Doll. And then Little Jack Rabbit began to +laugh, for he had once read of a little Lucy Locket who had lost her +pocket, and he remembered that she lived not far away. So he steered the +Bunnymobile while the old gentleman bunny talked to the Rag Doll, and by +and by, not so very long, they came to a pretty house, and right there +on the front porch sat a little girl crying.</p> + +<p>"Hello, don't cry; wipe your eye!" shouted kind Uncle John Hare. "We +have found your rag dolly!" And in another minute the Rag Dolly was in +the little girl's arms.</p> + +<p>"Good-by," said the two little rabbits, and they drove away to find +another adventure, and pretty soon they found one. Oh, my yes! The +Yellow Dog Tramp came out of the wood and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've been tramping, tramping, tramping<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For many a weary mile;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Across the way, through fields of hay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And through the old turnstile.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, won't you take me for a ride?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I've a dreadful pain in my poor old side."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Jump in," said the old gentleman rabbit with a kind smile. "You're not +the kind of a dog who bothers little bunnies."</p> + +<p>"No, I'm not," answered the Yellow Dog Tramp, "I'd like to find a nice +home and stay there."</p> + +<p>"Well, you come with us," said the little bunny. "You can clean the +Bunnymobile and work in the garden."</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" barked the Yellow Dog Tramp. "I feel like a boy again already, +I used to do those things before I became a hobo doggy."</p> + +<p>Well, by this time they were almost home, and in less than five hundred +more short seconds they were in the garage where the old gentleman +rabbit fixed up a little room for the Yellow Dog Tramp, with a looking +glass at one end and a little white bed at the other.</p> + +<p>"Now you brush your coat and trousers and part your hair in the middle +and then come in to supper," said the old gentleman rabbit. And in the +next story you shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ALWAYS_TRUST_THE_FAIRIES" id="ALWAYS_TRUST_THE_FAIRIES"></a>"ALWAYS TRUST THE FAIRIES"</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Uncle John's little garden<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is full of bright flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the fairies play tag<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through all the bright hours.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Dear me," said the Yellow Dog Tramp, to himself, peeping out of the +garage, where we left him in the last story, "they seem to be having a +fine time!" And he sighed, for he was thinking of another garden up in +Vermont and the old farm where he was a boy, long ago, before he had run +away from home.</p> + +<p>"Who's eye is watching us?" cried one of the fairies, all of a sudden, +just like that. And then, of course, all these little people stopped +playing but they couldn't see anything but the Yellow Dog Tramp's right +eye, which, I forgot to tell you, was peeping through a tiny knothole.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The Yellow Dog Tramp, who is old and lame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is watching you play your tag-a-rag game,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>he answered, whereupon all the fairies said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Jump over the fence, and play awhile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drop your scowl and put on a nice smile."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And when the Yellow Dog Tramp heard that, he couldn't help but laugh, +and in less than five hundred short seconds he was over the wall. But, +oh dear me. In a few minutes the big Ragged Rabbit Giant leaned over the +tree top and said in a deep gruff voice:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fee, fum, fag, fog.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I smell the blood of a yellow dog."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Quick, I must change you into a fairy puppy," said the queen fairy, and +she waved her bright wand, and in less time than I can take to tell it +he became small enough to creep into a tulip flower.</p> + +<p>"Where has that dog gone?" asked the big Ragged Rabbit Giant, peeking +under the bushes and behind the sunflowers, but he never thought to look +in the tulip.</p> + +<p>"Thunder and lightning! What happened to that dog," and the Giant Rabbit +dusted off the knees of his trousers after creeping under a lilac bush; +"he must be here somewhere." But not a fairy said a word, and pretty +soon a mosquito stung that wicked old Giant Rabbit on the back of his +neck, which made him so angry that he stepped over the garden wall and +walked away.</p> + +<p>And when he was out of sight the queen fairy changed the Yellow Dog +Tramp back again into his natural shape:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Always trust the fairies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If danger you are in.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And always say 'A lucky day!'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When e'er you find a pin,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>sang the queen fairy as the happy Yellow Dog Tramp ran into Uncle John +Hare's little house.</p> + +<p>And there we will leave him for the present, but in another book, +entitled "Little Jack Rabbit and Professor Crow," you'll hear more about +the little rabbits and their friends.</p> + + +<h3>THE END</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/end1.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/end2.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LITTLE_JACK_RABBIT_BOOKS" id="LITTLE_JACK_RABBIT_BOOKS"></a>LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS</h2> + +<h3>(Trademark Registered)</h3> + +<h3>BY DAVID CORY</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Danny Fox</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Big Brown Bear</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Professor Crow</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Old Man Weasel</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Mr. Wicked Wolf</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Hungry Hawk</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Policeman Dog</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Miss Mousie</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 36052-h.txt or 36052-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/6/0/5/36052">http://www.gutenberg.org/3/6/0/5/36052</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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S. Barbour + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare + + +Author: David Cory + + + +Release Date: May 7, 2011 [eBook #36052] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN +HARE*** + + +E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 36052-h.htm or 36052-h.zip: + (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/36052/36052-h/36052-h.htm) + or + (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/36052/36052-h.zip) + + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE + +by + +DAVID CORY + +Author of Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures, Little Jack Rabbit and Danny +Fox, Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers, Little Jack Rabbit +and Chippy Chipmunk, Little Jack Rabbit and the Big Brown Bear, Little +Jack Rabbit and Professor Crow + + + + + + + +_LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS_ +(Trademark Registered) + +Illustrated by H. S. Barbour + +New York +Grosset & Dunlap +Publishers + +Made in the United States of America + +Copyright, 1922, by +Grosset & Dunlap + + +[Illustration: The Bunnymobile Horn Made Giant Rabbit Stop His Ears and +Shut His Eyes.] + + + + +CONTENTS + + + +UNCLE JOHN HARE + +A USEFUL GUMDROP + +THE RAGGED RABBIT GIANT + +JACK SPRITE + +THE WOODLAND ELF + +"FEE, FIE!" + +THE OLD WITCH + +STRAWBERRIES + +MRS. ANT + +MORE ADVENTURES + +THE WISHING EGG + +MAGIC BOOTS + +THE TINY COBBLER + +FIREFLY LANTERNS + +INVITATIONS + +UNCLE JOHN HARE'S PARTY + +THE LITTLE RING + +DOCTOR CAT + +THE BIG BLACK BEAR + +CHICKEN CITY + +MRS. WILDCAT + +PROFESSOR CROW + +THE WITCH'S SPELL + +THE MAGIC FLOWER + +THE RIBBON TREE + +THE FAIRY CAT + +THE BIG BLACK SNAKE + +THE SUGAR BARREL + +THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP + +"ALWAYS TRUST THE FAIRIES" + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + + +THE BUNNYMOBILE HORN MADE GIANT RABBIT STOP HIS EARS AND SHUT HIS EYES. + +THE WISHING EGG BRINGS NEW CLOTHES TO PROFESSOR CROW. + +JACK SPRITE AND FOREST FAY ARRIVE AT UNCLE JOHN HARE'S PARTY. + +THE LITTLE GIRL TIED A RIBBON AROUND UNCLE JOHN HARE'S NECK. + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE + + + + +UNCLE JOHN HARE + + +"Heigh-ho," said Little Jack Rabbit to himself one bright morning, "how +happy I'd be if I could find Uncle John Hare." And then, all of a sudden +he came to a sign by the road on which was printed in big red letters: + + "THREE MILES TO TURNIP CITY" + +"Perhaps someone there can tell me where he lives," and the little +rabbit set out with a brave heart once more, and pretty soon, not so +very far, he came to a little house painted white, with green shutters +and a red chimney. And, goodness me! Before he could say "Winky pinky" +Uncle John Hare himself opened the door. + +"How did you get here all by yourself? It's a long way from the Old +Bramble Patch," inquired the old gentleman rabbit. + +Well, you can imagine how glad the little tired bunny was to find his +uncle, and for a long time he for got to ask him how he came to leave +the Sunny Meadow, and why he had bought this little house in Turnip +City. But, by and by, his uncle explained it all by saying he wished to +pass the rest of his days in quiet, far away from the Farmer's Boy and +Danny Fox. + +"Now come around to the back of the house and I'll show you my little +garage," said the old gentleman bunny. "I have a Bunnymobile that goes +so fast you can't count the miles before you are home again." Wasn't +that a wonderful automobile to have? Well, I just guess it was. And +after the little rabbit had looked it over his uncle took him back in +the house and showed him the little room which was to be his as long as +he lived in Turnip City. + +"Won't we have fine times together!" said the old gentleman rabbit, with +a laugh. "I've been waiting for just this happy moment. You and I can +travel all over together in sunshiny, snow-falling, rain-wetting +weather." And he slapped the little bunny's back and gave a hop, skip +and jump to one side, and then laughed some more, for he was as happy as +a clam at high tide, as an old fisherman used to say when I was a boy +not so very long ago, but just long enough to make me wish I were twenty +years younger, just the sam_ee_. + +Well, after a while, it was bedtime, and the cuckoo came out of her +little clock-house and said: + + "Time for bed, you sleepy head, + Don't sit up too late. + It won't be long before my song + Will make the clock strike eight." + +And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +A USEFUL GUMDROP + + +The next morning when Little Jack Rabbit woke up for a moment he forgot +he was in Uncle John Hare's house, Turnip City, U.S.A. But in less than +five hundred short seconds he knew where he was, when the cuckoo came +out of her little clock-house and sang: + + "Wake up, wake up! It's early morn, + The sun is sparkling the dew on the corn, + The little field mouse is looking about + And the little red rooster's beginning to shout," + +and his kind rabbit uncle looked in at the door and said: + + "The buckwheat cakes are sizzling hot, + The maple sugar's sweet, + So hurry up and dress yourself + So we'll have time to eat." + +Well, you can just bet your last Liberty bond coupon the little bunny +didn't linger in bed, but dressed himself as fast as a fireman and was +down at the breakfast table before his uncle had eaten more than +thirteen buckwheat cakes. + +As soon as the old gentleman rabbit's housekeeper, Mrs. Daisy Duck, had +cleared away the table and made out a list for the grocer, these two +happy rabbits hopped into the Bunnymobile and started off for Turnip +City to buy sugar and flour and maybe a bag of animal crackers. + +Well, they had gone only just so far when they met little Red Riding +Hood on her way to her grandmother's. + +"Jump in and we'll save you maybe a mile," said the old gentleman +rabbit. "But we must keep a sharp lookout for Mr. Wicked Wolf!" So in +jumped little Red Riding Hood and then off they went. But, oh dear me! +In a little while they saw the big bad wolf creeping along among the +trees. + +"Never mind," said the old gentleman rabbit. "He won't dare touch us +while we're in the Bunnymobile!" But just the same he felt a little bit +worried, let me tell you, and so would you and so would I if we met a +wolf out automobiling. + +"We'll play a little trick on him," said the old gentleman rabbit, and +he opened his tool box and took out a gumdrop as large as a baseball. +"Now if he comes too near I'll throw it to him and he'll snap it up, and +before he knows it his long teeth will be stuck in so tight he won't be +able to open his mouth for a week and a month!" And the next minute this +is just what happened. + +"Here's a little gumdrop for you," said the old gentleman rabbit. And +the ugly wolf snapped it up in his teeth. But when he tried to open his +mouth he couldn't. All he could do was to try to get it out with his +paws, and in the next story you will hear what happened after that. + + + + +THE RAGGED RABBIT GIANT + + + Oh, the Bunnymobile's a wonderful car; + It goes just as fast as a swift shooting star, + And every one says, with a toss of his cap + That Uncle John Hare's a lucky old chap. + +And now you remember how the last story ended; although in case you +don't I'll tell you. Little Jack Rabbit was riding with his dear uncle, +Mr. John Hare, of Turnip City, U. S. A. + +Well, pretty soon they stopped in front of a grocery store and Little +Red Riding Hood, who was with them, you remember, jumped out and went to +call on her grandmother, who lived in a little house in the wood. + +"Now, let me see," said the old gentleman rabbit, taking out of his +pocket the piece of paper on which his housekeeper, Mrs. Daisy Duck, had +written the things she wanted him to buy at the grocery store: + + "I want a pound of chocolate prunes, + Four dozen ice cream cones, + A pound or two of sugar glue + Some raisins without stones." + +"Here they are, Mr. John Hare," said the saleslady, who was a slim young +tabby cat, and she handed him the package nicely done up with pink +ribbons. So off went the two little rabbits in their Bunnymobile. But, +oh, dear me! On their way home whom should they meet but the Ragged +Rabbit Giant of the Skyhigh Mountain. He had just climbed down to take a +look over Turnip City, which is on the other side of the Sippi River, +you know. + +"Hey, hey!" he shouted. "Where are you going?" + +"I guess I'd better stop," said the old gentleman rabbit. "I don't want +to be impolite, but neither do I want to be foolhardy, and it certainly +is risky talking to a giant." But, oh, dear me; while he was thinking +this over the Ragged Rabbit Giant took one long step and stood beside +them. + +"Well, well, well," he said with a low bow, "if this isn't the little +bunny who once made me a visit." + +And then he laughed so loud that the trees trembled. "What have you got +in that paper bag tied up so nicely?" And he stretched out his big hand +to take it, when the old gentleman rabbit made the Bunnymobile horn go +off just like a gun which so frightened the Giant Rabbit that he put his +fingers to his ears and shut his eyes. And before you could say Jack +Robinson the old gentleman bunny started up the Bunnymobile and was +almost home when the giant opened them again. And in the next story you +shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +JACK SPRITE + + +"Oh, dear me," said Mrs. Daisy Duck, Uncle John Hare's old lady +housekeeper, you know, "why don't they get home?" and she looked up and +down the road, but she couldn't see the Bunnymobile anywhere. + + "Oh, dear, oh, dear, I feel so queer, + I wonder what can be the matter; + It's quarter past eight and supper is late; + I'm so worried I'll never grow fatter." + +And then that kind-hearted, anxious duck went into the kitchen to see if +the lollypop cookies were burning. And just then, all of a sudden, she +heard the honk! honk! of the Bunnymobile horn and she gave a quack of +relief and made the turnip tea. + +"Ha, ha," said Uncle John Hare, stepping into the kitchen. "Sorry we are +late, but we met the Ragged Rabbit Giant on our way home and were +detained." Well, pretty soon he and Little Jack Rabbit sat down to +supper, and when that was over they both went into the sitting room and +made the pianograph play a new tune. + +But just then, all of a sudden, they heard a little voice at the +keyhole, such a tiny little low voice that at first the little rabbit +hardly heard it. + +Again the tiny voice came through the keyhole: + + "Open the door and let me in + I'm hardly as tall as a little tin pin." + +"Who are you?" asked Uncle John Hare, getting up from his chair and +going over to the door. And then the little voice spoke again. "I'm +little Jack Sprite." + +So the old gentleman bunny opened the door, and there stood the +prettiest little fairy you ever saw. He was dressed in blue, with a tiny +green cap on his head, and long pointed turned up shoes. + +"I suppose you wonder what brings me here," he said, bowing very +politely. "Well, I'll tell you. Somebody has broken the +jack-in-the-pulpit flower I live in, and while I was looking for a new +home I spied the little light in your window. So I said to myself, +'Perhaps it's a firefly's lantern, then, maybe, it isn't, but I'll go +and find out.'" + +Then little Jack Sprite hopped up on a chair and crossed his legs. But +goodness me. He didn't half fill the chair, although it was the smallest +one in the house. + +And maybe he would have fallen asleep by and by if the two little +rabbits hadn't sent him upstairs to bed, and in the next story you shall +hear what happened in the middle of the night. + + + + +THE WOODLAND ELF + + + The little gray mouse came out of her house + Just at the hour of twelve. + And what she saw on the moonlit floor + Was a tiny woodland elf. + +"S-s-sh!" he said, as the little mouse blinked her eyes, frightened, I +suppose, at seeing such a strange sight. "Don't wake up the little +rabbit." + +"What do you want?" asked the little mouse. "Mr. John Hare is very kind +to me, and I don't want anything to happen to him." + +"Ha, ha!" laughed the little elf, only very low, of course, so as not to +be heard. "How could I hurt a big rabbit?" + +"I'm not so sure about that," replied the little mouse. "Sometimes +little things are more dangerous than big ones," and she tried to look +very wise instead of a little bit frightened. + +"Don't be worried," said the elf, "I'll tell you why I'm here. Jack +Sprite, who lives in a jack-in-the-pulpit flower in the wood, is asleep +upstairs. I must see him before the big red rooster crows at three +o'clock." + +"Mercy me," said the little mousie. "I didn't know there was a fairy +upstairs. What's this house coming to? A fairy upstairs and a fairy +downstairs. The first thing you know there'll be a giant in the garage." + +"Never mind," whispered the elf, walking over to the door. "I must go +upstairs and wake Jack Sprite. Otherwise something dreadful is going to +happen." And so up he climbed on his tiptoes to the spare room where the +little fairy lay asleep in a big feather bed. + +"Gracious me!" said the elf to himself. "I shall have to climb up the +bedpost," and up he went like a telephone man, only of course he didn't +have any spikes in the heels of his shoes. And it was just as well he +didn't, for he certainly would have scratched off all the nice varnish. + +"Twinkle, twinkle, firefly, like a lantern in the sky," he sang, very +soft and low. And pretty soon Jack Sprite opened his eyes and when he +saw the little elf, wasn't he surprised. + +"Come, Jack, you must be quick. The Ragged Rabbit Giant is gathering all +the Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers and pretty soon there won't be one left." + +"But how can I stop him?" + +"Come with me," said the little elf. "I'll help you." So they both +opened the window and slid down a moonbeam. Well, pretty soon, the +little gray mouse grew impatient. So she ran upstairs to see what they +were about, and in the next story you shall hear what happened after +that. + + + + +"FEE, FIE!" + + + "The moonlight shone on the bedroom floor + As the little gray mouse peeked in through the door, + + But the little fairy I told you about + Had opened the windows and just gone out. + So the little gray mouse had nothing to do + But close it again to keep out the flu." + +Then she softly stole downstairs so as not to waken Little Jack Rabbit, +and after eating a cheese sandwich went to bed. And now I suppose you +are wondering what became of the little elf and the tiny fairy I +mentioned in the story before this. Well, I'll tell you right away. +As soon as they slid off the moonbeam, they scampered away to the +forest where the big Ragged Rabbit Giant was stealing all the +Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers he could lay hands on. + +"Now hide behind this tree and I'll creep under this bush," said the +little elf, "and when the Ragged Rabbit Giant comes by you blow your +policeman's whistle and I'll blow mine, and I guess that will so +frighten him that he'll never come here again." + +Pretty soon, not so very long, they heard a sharp crashing of branches +and a big thumping on the ground, and then, all of a sudden, the Ragged +Rabbit Giant appeared. + + "Fee, fie, china and delf, + I smell the blood of a little elf, + Fie, fee, left, right, + I smell the blood of a little sprite." + +And, goodness me. Little Jack Sprite and the tiny elf were so frightened +that they almost forgot to blow their policeman whistles. And I guess +they would have if a little round-eyed owl hadn't tooted: + + "Blow your whistles quick I say, + And frighten this Rabbit Giant away!" + +Goodness me, again! Then how they did blow their whistles, and the Giant +almost jumped through his collar, and before you could say Jack +Robinson, ran back to his castle and climbed into his big folding bed. + +"Now I guess our Shady Forest will be as quiet as Philadelphia," said +the tiny elf. And little Jack Sprite said, "Maybe he has left one +Jack-in-the-pulpit flower in which I can make my home." Then they both +came out from their hiding places and before very long, just a little +while, Jack found a Jack-in-the-pulpit flower. So he was all right and +as happy as could be, and as the little elf had a home in a big oak +tree, he said good-by and ran away just as the little Red Rooster began +to crow. + + + + +THE OLD WITCH + + +"Come, let's go for a ride in the Bunnymobile," said Uncle John Hare. + + "The wind is blowing from the west, + And I've got on my new pink vest, + We'll go through Fairy Land, I guess, + Maybe a thousand miles or less." + +And the old gentleman bunny curled his whiskers and winked at Mrs. Daisy +Duck, his old lady housekeeper. + +"Well, be sure and get back in time for supper," she said as he and +Little Jack Rabbit hopped into the Bunnymobile and rode away. + +By and by, after a while, and a laugh and a smile, they came to a queer +little house in the wood, so the two little rabbits hopped out and +knocked on the door, which was opened by a little girl dressed in blue. + +"Good morning," she said, with a courtesy. "Come in and see +grandmother." Now her grandmother was a witch, but one of those nice +kind witches you seldom hear about. She didn't have a crooked nose, nor +a turned-up chin, and her back wasn't humped at all. She really was very +nice-looking, indeed, for her blue eyes were kind and her voice sweet +and low. + +"What can I do for you two gentlemen bunnies?" she asked, taking up her +knitting and making the needles fly so fast that they wondered how she +could keep from making a slip now and then, and sometimes oftener. + +"We're looking for strawberries," answered Little Jack Rabbit. + +"Oh, ho!" said the nice old witch, "so that's what you're after. Don't +you know that this isn't the time of year for strawberries?" + +"I thought they grew all the year 'round in Fairy Land," said Uncle +Hare. + +"Well, I know where you may find some, but you'll have to sweep away the +snow," said the nice old witch. "Go down to the meadow by the River +Sippi, and then up a little hill, on the top of which stands a tiny +house. Knock on the door and ask Tim Woodman to show you his strawberry +patch." + +"Thank you," said Uncle John Hare, and he drove away with his little +nephew and by and by they came to the little house. And sure enough, +when they knocked on the door, Tim Woodman opened it. But goodness me! +When they told him what they wanted, he didn't seem at all pleased. I +guess he wanted the strawberries for himself. But anyway, when kind +Uncle John Hare offered to give him a ride in the Bunnymobile, Tim led +them around to the rear of his house, and taking a broom began to sweep +away the snow. And in the next story you shall hear what happened after +that. + + + + +STRAWBERRIES + + + Tim Woodman swept away the snow + To find his strawberry patch. + Just then the wind began to blow + + And broke his back door latch. + +"Botheration!" said Tim. "I'll have to make a new one!" Just then a +little snow fairy jumped out from behind a bush and said: "Brush away +the snow, Tim Woodman, and you'll find red, ripe strawberries." And sure +enough he found them, and picking a quart, or maybe more, he said: + + "Tell the witch within the wood + I really gave you all I could." + +"You are very kind," said Uncle John Hare. "Tomorrow we'll come and take +you for a ride in the Bunnymobile." And then the two little rabbits rode +away, carefully holding the box of strawberries, and pretty soon they +came to their little house, where Mrs. Daisy Duck, their old +housekeeper, was waiting for them. + +Goodness me! I wish you could have seen the strawberry shortcake she +made for supper. But perhaps it's just as well you couldn't, for I'm not +sure you would have been invited to have a piece. + +Well, the next morning Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare set off +again in the Bunnymobile, and after they had gone for maybe a mile or +more they came to a cave, outside of which sat a queer little dwarf +dressed in green, with a red-peaked hat on his head. His long white +beard was covered with snowflakes and his bright black eyes twinkled +merrily. + +"Hello, little rabbits," he called out. "What are you doing so far away +from the Old Bramble Patch, U. S. A.?" + +"We are visiting Fairy Land," answered Little Jack Rabbit. + +"Well, come in and see my tame mice," said the little dwarf, and he +shook the snow from his beard and opened a little door. The two little +rabbits hopped out of the Bunnymobile and followed him into the cave. +Goodness me! You should have seen all the tame mice. Some were white, +and some were gray, but they were all dressed up like little men--boots +and breeches, coats and hats, and one little mouse carried a cane. I +guess he was the leader of these little mice men, for they all seemed to +do just exactly what he did. + +"I never would have invited you in," said the little dwarf, "if I hadn't +trusted you not to tell the Farmer's big Black Cat." + +"Ha, ha!" laughed Uncle John Hare, "I don't believe Black Cat has caught +a mouse since Little Jack Rabbit kicked him over." + +And this made the dwarf smile, for he had just read about it in a book +called "Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures." But he didn't have time to say +so to Uncle John Hare, for just then the little mice began to sing the +song you shall hear in the next story. + + + + +MRS. ANT + + +Now let's put our heads together and try to think where we left off in +the last story. Oh, yes, now I remember. Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle +John Hare were in the Dwarf's cave listening to the little mice sing +about crackers and cheese. + + "We are the mice of the little dwarf king, + Who has taught us so well the way to sing; + Tra la la la, to ro la loo, + The rose is red and the violet blue." + +When they had finished Little Jack Rabbit gave them a big piece of +cheese and said good-by to the dwarf, and after he and Uncle John Hare +had gone for maybe a mile, the Bunnymobile all of a sudden, just like +that, stopped right in the middle of the road and wouldn't go a step +further. + +"What's the matter now, I wonder," asked the old gentleman rabbit + + +"You nearly ran over me," said a little voice, and there stood a tiny +ant, dressed in a pink calico gown and a purple sunbonnet. + +"Goodness me!" exclaimed Uncle John Hare, "it's a good thing the +Bunnymobile saw you in time, because I didn't. Maybe I'd better buy +myself some farsighted goggles." + +"Where are you going, Mrs. Ant?" piped in the little rabbit. + +Now it happened that she was going to the baker shop in Antville which +was three miles away, and so were the two little rabbits, so all three +started off again, and by and by, they stopped in front of the bakery +shop. + +"Thank you very kindly, gentlemen," said Mrs. Ant, "it would have taken +me a long time to have walked those three miles. Maybe some day I can do +you a good turn!" And dropping them a courtesy, she went in to buy a +cookie and maybe a jelly tart. + +"Where shall we go now?" asked the old gentleman bunny, putting on his +goggles and pulling up his coat collar, for it was pretty cold and Mr. +North Wind was whistling through the forest. + +"Let's go down to the pond to skate," said Little Jack Rabbit, and off +they went, but, oh dear me, just as they were strapping on their skates, +who should come along but Mr. Wicked Wolf. And poor Uncle John Hare had +only one skate on. + + "Oh, Mr. Wolf, don't bother me, + For somebody's hiding behind the tree, + He's looking for you with a great big gun, + Perhaps he's the Big Kind Farmer's Son," + +shouted Little Jack Rabbit. But Mr. Wicked Wolf didn't care. And in the +next story you shall hear what he said. + + + + +MORE ADVENTURES + + +"Ha, ha!" growled Mr. Wicked Wolf as he looked at the little rabbits. +"Which one shall I eat, for they both look sweet, dressed in their +pretty fur habits." + +"You won't eat either one of us," said Little Jack Rabbit, taking his +popgun from his knapsack. "Do you remember what happened to your brother +when he tried to kill little Red Riding Hood?" + +"Never mind," replied the big beast, creeping toward the Bunnymobile, +"I've learned a lot about fighting since that time." And he crept still +closer. But the little rabbit never winked an eyelash; he just waited +till the wicked animal was close enough to shoot off his left ear. + + "Oh, dear, oh, dear! I've lost an ear + What shall I ever do? + I never thought I would be caught + And made to look so queer." + +And that unhappy wolf turned tail and ran away. + +"Well, that was a narrow escape," said the old gentleman rabbit. "I +don't feel much like sightseeing. Let's turn the Bunnymobile around and +get away from here. This old wolf might come back with his brother." + +So off they went, and by and by whom should they meet but Prof. Jim Crow +sitting on a fence. + +"Goodness me!" exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit, "he looks just like that +naughty bird who when + + The maid was in the garden, + Hanging out the clothes, + Hopped along the clothesline + And nipped off her nose." + +"But you know I'm not that bird," he answered, flapping his wings. "It +was a cousin of mine. Will you give me a ride in your Bunnymobile? I'll +tell you something nice if you do." + +"All right, jump in," said the old gentleman rabbit. "What's the nice +thing you mention?" + +"Not very far from here lives a little yellow hen in a green house. I've +heard that she has a magic china egg which is as good as a wishing +stone. All you have to do is to hold it in your hand and make a wish and +the wish comes true." + +"Let's make her a visit," said Little Jack Rabbit, and off they all went +to the yellow hen's house and if they reach there I will tell you all +about this wonderful wishing egg in the next story. + + + + +THE WISHING EGG + + +"Good morning," said Little Jack Rabbit as the little Yellow Hen opened +the door of her tiny green house. "Uncle John and I would like to see +your Wishing Egg." + +"Who told you I had a Wishing Egg?" she asked, looking sharply at Prof. +Jim Crow. + +"I did," answered that old black bird, with a twist of his tail. + +"You're a meddlesome old person," cackled the little Yellow Hen, "but as +long as you're all here, come in," and she led the way to the sitting +room. Over in the corner was a nest of nice clean straw, in which lay a +big china egg. + +"Now you all come here and make a wish," she said, spreading her wings +over the egg while she sang very low: + + "Wishing Egg, Wishing Egg, + Grant three wishes now I beg." + +But, oh dear me. For almost a minute and a half neither Little Jack +Rabbit nor Uncle John Hare could decide what they wanted. But Prof. Jim +Crow could. Oh, my, yes! For all of a sudden in through the window came +a silk hat and a swallow tail coat and a big diamond pin. + +[Illustration: The Wishing Egg Brings New Clothes to Professor Crow.] + +"Ha, ha!" he laughed, "here are my wishes--one, two, three. Well, now +I'm as happy as happy can be," and in less than five hundred short +seconds he had them on, silk hat, swallow tail coat and big diamond pin. + +"Hurry up and make your wishes," said the little Yellow Hen to the two +little bunnies. So Little Jack Rabbit wrinkled his little pink nose and +Uncle John Hare shut his eyes, and pretty soon they must have made their +wishes for in through the window came a lot of things--a pianograph, a +box of lollypops, a gold watch, a Liberty Bond and a fountain pen. + +"Now, that's a pretty good day's work," said the old gentleman rabbit +with a smile, stroking his whiskers. "But what did you wish for?" + +"Nothing at all," answered the little hen. "When you know you can get +whatever you want by just wishing you don't want anything. But maybe +some day I will, and then I'll wish, never fear." And after that she +combed her yellow curls, beg pardon, I mean her feathers--with her red +coral comb till she looked prettier than her picture, which hung over +the mantelpiece in a red plush frame. + +"Some day I hope we'll be able to do you a good turn," said kind Uncle +John Hare as he and his little rabbit nephew hopped out to the +Bunnymobile. "Any time you are in need call up 'Harebell, one, two, +three, Hurray! Turnip City.'" + +"Good-by," said the little Yellow Hen, and off they went, but Prof. Jim +Crow flew away by himself because he wanted to show his new clothes to +Mrs. Crow before supper. And in the next story you shall hear what +happened after that. + + + + +MAGIC BOOTS + + +As Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare rode along in the Bunnymobile, +all of a sudden, just like that, they heard someone calling: + + "Oh, please come and help me out, + I'm caught so tight and fast + I haven't seen my dear old home + For two weeks Sunday last." + +"Who can it be?" asked the old gentleman rabbit in a whisper, slowing up +the Bunnymobile. + +"I don't see anybody," answered his little bunny nephew, "but there must +be somebody in trouble, just the same." And then the voice came again, +only louder than before: + + "Oh, please, oh, please, come rescue me. + I'm caught so tight in this old oak tree." + +And then, all of a sudden, the two little rabbits saw a tiny dwarf +wedged in between a tree and a big rock. + +"Wait a minute! We'll see what we can do," and in less than five hundred +short seconds Little Jack Rabbit and his uncle were tugging away at the +little dwarf and pretty soon they had him out, all except his left foot. + +"Slip your foot out of your boot," said the old gentleman rabbit. + +"No, that would never do," answered the little man. "If I should do that +I would lose my power." + +"Are yours magic boots?" asked the old gentleman rabbit, looking down at +his own, which he considered about the finest in the world, let me tell +you. + +"Indeed they are," answered the dwarf, "they are thousand league boots. +I can run away from a giant as easily as an automobile from a pushcart." + +"Goodness me," exclaimed Uncle John Hare, "they are certainly wonderful. +But what are you going to do? Stay fast to that tree all the rest of +your life, or walk about like other people?" + +Well, this made the dwarf think pretty hard, and by and by he said: +"Pull me out and leave the boot. Maybe I can hop on one leg fast enough +to get away from a giant anyway." So both little rabbits gave a big tug +and out came the dwarf, but the boot was left behind, which made the +dwarf quite unhappy until he was asked to take a ride in the +Bunnymobile. + +"There's an old cobbler who lives near here," said the dwarf. "Perhaps +he might make me a boot. I hear he's a very wonderful cobbler." So the +two little rabbits set off to find him and soon they came to a hut in +the middle of the wood, on the roof of which sat a little robin +redbreast singing. But what he said you must wait to hear in the next +story. + + + + +THE TINY COBBLER + + + "Tick, tack, two + The Cobbler makes a shoe + That takes a stride + The whole world wide, + Tick, tack, two." + +"Did you hear that?" whispered the little dwarf, who in the last story +has lost one of his wonderful thousand league boots, you remember. And +if you don't, please take my word for it, as there won't be space enough +in this story to tell you how it happened. + +"Let's go in and ask the price," said Uncle John Hare. So the two little +bunnies and the dwarf hopped out of the Bunnymobile and went into the +hut. On a wooden bench sat a tiny man dressed in a big leather apron and +red-peaked hat, busily making a boot. He didn't seem a bit surprised +when the door opened, and he said: + + "My little tame robin + Just told me that you + Have left in a tree, + Your thousand league shoe." + +"That's right," answered the dwarf. "Will you sell me the one you are +making?" + +"What will you give me for it?" asked Jim Cobbler, waxing his thread and +drawing it carefully through the holes he had just punched in the +leather. + +"Rubies and diamonds," answered the dwarf, taking a bag from his pocket. +"Two diamonds and three rubies, five precious stones, the like of which +you have never seen." + +"I will finish the boot in a short time," answered Jim Cobbler, "and +then you may try it on." And he set to work, and pretty soon, not so +very long, it was finished. And would you believe it, it fitted the +dwarf perfectly and matched his other boot exactly. + +And as soon as he had paid for it, he walked outside and said in a +singing way: + + "Boots, boots, I would be + A thousand miles across the sea." + +And, whisk! away he went and was lost to sight before Uncle John Hare +could get out his spyglass. + +"Well, well," laughed the wonderful shoemaker, coming to the door and +shading his eyes with his hand, "it didn't take him long to walk away. +Ha! ha! My boots are better than airships." I guess he thought he had +done a good day's work, and maybe he had, for two diamonds and three +rubies are a fair price for one boot, although it may have a stride of a +thousand leagues, more or less. + +And just you wait until you hear what happens in the next story. + + + + +FIREFLY LANTERNS + + + Twinkle, twinkle, firefly, + Like a diamond in the sky. + +Well, it was mighty lucky that this firefly had her tiny lantern along +with her, for I don't know how the two little rabbits would have reached +home if she hadn't lighted the way for them, for the Bunnymobile lantern +had gone out, you see. + +"We must buy some new ones," said the old gentleman bunny. "We may be +arrested any night, and that would be most unpleasant." So the next +morning he and Little Jack Rabbit started off for Bunnyville and by and +by, after a while, they crossed the bridge that spanned Rabbit River, +which wasn't really much wider than a little brook, and stopped before a +hardware store. + +"What kind of lanterns have you?" asked Uncle John Hare of the fat +Turkey Gobble who kept the store. + +"We have Jack lanterns, and miners' lamps, and Japanese lanterns, +and----" + +"That'll do," said the little bunny, "let's see them." And after looking +at this and looking at that the old gentleman rabbit picked out two Jack +Lanterns. + +"These will look scrumptious," he said. "I don't believe another car in +town will have one." And then they started off again down the road to +see little Ben Meadow. + + Now little Ben Meadow lived in a round house. + His first name was Ben and his last name was Mouse. + +So now you know who little Ben is, but just the same I suppose you +wonder why he would be delighted to have two rabbits call on him. Well, +I'll tell you. It was because, in the first place, he knew that these +two nice bunnies wouldn't hurt him, and in the second place, he wore a +collar and belt of leather studded with sharp pointed tacks, which would +hurt anyone who tried to catch him. + +"Helloa, Ben," said the old gentleman rabbit when the little mouse +opened the door. "Have you any green cheese?" + +"Maybe, but I'm not sure. It is over two weeks since the Man in the Moon +was here," answered Benjamin Meadow Mouse, for that was his whole name, +you know, only everybody called him "Ben" for short, and the little mice +called him "Bennie." + +Pretty soon he came out with a piece of cheese wrapped up in a napkin +and handed it to the old gentleman rabbit, who thanked him and said: +"I'm going to give a party tonight. You are invited. Come at eight and +stay till late," and then he turned the Bunnymobile around and away they +went. Pretty soon they passed through the wood, where Bobbie Redvest had +his nest. + +"Come to my party tonight at eight, bring Mrs. Robin and stay till +late," said Uncle John Hare, and in the next story you shall hear what +happened after that. + + + + +INVITATIONS + + +You remember in the last story that Uncle John Hare was giving a party +and had invited Benjamin Meadow Mouse and Bobbie Redvest, to be there +early and stay till late and bring a key to his little front gate. + +But now that I come to think of it, I didn't tell you about the key. No, +sir, I must have forgotten that. Well, you see, there was a fence all +around Uncle John's house, and if you didn't have a key to the little +gate, why, of course, you couldn't get in. But the old gentleman rabbit +had bought a thousand keys and to every one of his friends had given +one, and sometimes two, but not at the same time. + +"Now who else shall we invite?" asked the old gentleman bunny, as they +rolled along with a laugh and a song. + +"Jack Sprite," answered Little Jack Rabbit. + +"Of course," laughed the old gentleman bunny, and he turned down the +shady dell where the Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers grew, and by and by he +came to the one in which Jack lived. + +"Oh, yes, I'll come," he said, "and I'll stay late, until the rooster +crows at eight." + +"All right," answered Uncle John Hare, "I don't care, but don't blame me +if I should fall asleep before that time," and then away went the +Bunnymobile and before very long the two little rabbits met the little +fairy who had once upon a time, not very many stories ago, slept in the +old gentleman rabbit's bed. + + "Come to my party, come at eight, + And bring your key to my little front gate." + +"I'll be there, never fear," laughed the little fairy, for Uncle John +Hare was noted for his wonderful parties. + +"Now that makes three," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Shall we ask the +Ragged Rabbit Giant?" + +"Sh-s-sh!" whispered the old gentleman bunny, "don't mention his name. I +have only ten pounds of cheese for the rarebit. He'd eat a ton at one +bite." Then they went on until they met Little Red Riding Hood. + + "Come to my party, come at eight, + And bring your key to my little front gate." + +"I'll be there," answered Little Red Riding Hood, and she ran down to +the village to buy a new gown. + +"Now who else?" asked the old gentleman rabbit. + +"Goodness me, yes, indeed, there's Bo Peep," said Billy Bunny. And in +the next story you shall hear about the party. + + + + +UNCLE JOHN HARE'S PARTY + + +You remember we left off in the last story just as the two little +rabbits were on their way to ask Bo Peep to come to their party. Well, +she said she would, of course, and then Uncle John Hare, the old +gentleman bunny, went to the telephone and called up Mother Goose and +invited her and all the little people of Mother Goose Land to his party. + + "Come to my party, come at eight, + And bring your key to my little front gate," + +he added, before hanging up the receiver, for he didn't want anybody to +be disappointed, you know. But they would be, just the same, if they +forgot to bring their keys, for the old gentleman rabbit would never +open his front gate after eight. + +"Now we had better hurry home to help Mrs. Daisy Duck get things ready +for tonight," and he changed places with his bunny nephew, who took the +wheel and steered the Bunnymobile, while kind Uncle John Hare looked +over the list of names to make sure no one had been left out, and pretty +soon, not so very long, they were home and as busy as could be getting +everything ready for the big party. + +At eight o'clock, and maybe a few minutes before, the little front gate +began to rattle, and Mother Goose came up the walk, followed by +Goosey-Goosey-Gander and the Three Blind Mice, who held on to the +gander's tail feathers so as not to stub their toes on the front door +step. + +Then pretty soon, the lock began to rattle again, and in came Jack +Sprite and the little Forest Fay, and before 13 minutes past 8 every one +was there. Well, by and by it came time to cut the big birthday cake in +which was hidden a little gold ring, and of course everyone hoped he +would find it in his piece of cake. But of course everybody except +Benjamin Meadow Mouse was disappointed, which tells you right away who +got the ring. + +[Illustration: Jack Sprite and Forest Fay Arrive at Uncle John Hare's +Party.] + +Now everything was going along as nicely as you please, when, all of a +sudden, there came a rap-tap-a-tap at the little front gate, and Mrs. +Daisy Duck, the old housekeeper, whispered: + + "Somebody's knocking at the gate, + We won't let him in because it's too late; + No one gets in who has lost his key + No matter what time the hour may be." + +But, goodness me. The knocking kept right on, only louder and louder, +and pretty soon a gruff voice said: + + "I'm the Ragged Rabbit Giantman + Open the gate as quick as you can." + +"What shall we do?" asked Mrs. Daisy Duck, who was a timid lady duck and +never felt safe unless she was out in the middle of Turnip City Lake. + +And in the next story, if that big giant doesn't break down the gate, +I'll tell you what happened after that. + + + + +THE LITTLE RING + + + "If you don't open the gate, I'll step over the wall + It's not very high, and I'm pretty tall. + I guess you had better open the gate; + In case I get angry you'll find it too late." + +"Oh, dear me!" said Mrs. Daisy Duck, "What shall we do?" + +Then what do you suppose little Benjamin Meadow Mouse said? You'd never +guess. He ran out of the house, down to the gate, and called out to that +great big giant: "Have you a little boy at home?" + +"I certainly have," replied the big immense giant rabbit. + +"Then take this little ring to him," said Benjamin Meadow Mouse, handing +over the ring which he had just found in his piece of birthday cake, as +I told you in the last story. + +"You are very kind," said the giant. "I'll go home at once and give it +to him." And away he went to climb up his mountain. + +Well, after that, the birthday party broke up, and all the little guests +went home, but before Benjamin Meadow Mouse said good night, Little Jack +Rabbit gave him another ring, maybe a little prettier than the one in +the birthday cake. + +The next morning when Mr. Merry Sun looked into the window he said: + + "Wake up, wake up! little boy rabbit + Dress yourself in your white fur habit. + It's going to be a beautiful day + For I've driven the rain clouds all away." + +"That's very nice of you, Mr. Merry Sun," said the little bunny, rubbing +his eyes, for he was still sleepy from the birthday party. Then, after a +yawn or two, he jumped out of bed, and pretty soon he was downstairs +with Uncle John Hare, reading the Bunnyville News. + +Well, before very long, they were ready to go for a drive, so they +cranked up the Bunnymobile, and started off, and by and by, after a +while, and many a mile and a song and a smile, they met little Bobbie +Redvest who told them that the Cow That Jumped Over the Moon wasn't +feeling very well. + +"Goodness me, that's too bad," said the old gentleman bunny. "I guess +I'll get the doctor." So off he went, with Little Jack Rabbit, and +pretty soon, not so very far, they came to the good doctor's house on +the corner of Lettuce Avenue and Pumpkin Square. + +And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +DOCTOR CAT + + + Oh, Doctor Cat was very wise, + Oh, very wise was he. + He knew you'd smile in a little while + If tickled on the knee. + +Well, I hope you remember where we left off in the last story, but in +case you don't, Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare had gone after +Doctor Cat to tell him that the Cow That Jumped Over the Moon was ill +with the rheumatism. + +"That's pretty hard to cure," said the wise cat doctor after the little +bunnies had explained matters. "But I will get my little black bag and +go with you," and filling it full of little medicine bottles and boxes +of pills he put on his coat and hat and followed the two little rabbits +out to the Bunnymobile. Then they all started for Mrs. Cow's house in +Meadowville, on the corner of Corn Cob Avenue and Clover Street. + +"I don't know what will happen if she never can jump over the moon +again," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Just think how disappointed all the +little boys and girls will be who read Mother Goose. Maybe the Little +Dog will never laugh again and the Dish won't run after the Spoon." + +"I'll give her a jumping powder," said Dr. Cat. "That's all she needs. +Don't worry. I once treated a kangaroo for the same trouble," And he +began to purr as if nothing could worry him except, maybe, a big dog. + +Well, pretty soon they came to Mrs. Cow's house, so the doctor jumped +out and went in. But, oh dear me, Mrs. Cow was sicker than he thought, I +guess, for he didn't come out for fifteen minutes, and maybe more. + +"How is she?" inquired kind Uncle John Hare when the famous cat doctor +was once more seated in the Bunnymobile. + +"She hasn't got rheumatism at all," he answered. "She bumped her foot on +the edge of the moon, but it will be all well in a few days." + +By and by the two little rabbits and the famous cat doctor came to a +bridge where they found the old dog who took the toll ill with the flu. + +"Let me off here," said Dr. Cat, "and you can go on your way." So the +two little bunnies crossed the bridge and stopped at a moving picture +theatre. + +"There's going to be a show very soon," said a green parrot. "Get your +tickets. Don't be late. There won't be a seat by half past eight." + +"Shall we go in?" asked the old gentleman rabbit. + +And you don't suppose for a minute that Little Jack Rabbit answers "no" +in the next story, do you? + + + + +THE BIG BLACK BEAR + + +Now the Moving Picture to which Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare +went in the story before this was about a dog that barked at the moon +till the Man in the Moon threw him a bone, after which he sat out in the +backyard every night to catch the bones the Man in the Moon threw down +to him. + +"I wish it had been about the little bird in the Moon Man's house," said +Little Jack Rabbit. "I don't care much about dogs." + +Well, after that they both jumped into the Bunnymobile and started off +for home. But, oh dear me. They had gone only a little way, just so far, +when out from the wood jumped a big black bear. + + "What are you doing out here by my wood? + Your Bunnymobile makes a noise + It will wake up my cub with its rub-a-dub-dub, + And frighten the little bird boys." + +"No, it won't," answered the old gentleman rabbit. "Everybody in the +Shady Forest knows me. I've taken the fairies out for a drive. They like +it." + +Well, when the Black Bear heard that he grew more sociable and pretty +soon he invited the two little bunnies to call. So Little Jack Rabbit +asked him to get in the Bunnymobile, and away they went to the bear's +home. And after a while, they saw among the trees a cute little log +house. + +"That's where I live," said the Black Bear, and in less time than I can +take to tell it, they were all out of the Bunnymobile and seated in the +parlor. + +"Now wait a minute and I'll see if my little cub is awake," said the big +Black Bear, and he went to the foot of the stairs to listen. + + "Go to sleep, you naughty cub, + What makes you wriggle so? + You ought to be in Dreamy Land + Where pretty flowers grow." + +"Sh-s-sh!" said the big Black Bear, motioning to Uncle John Hare. "Mrs. +Bear is singing him to sleep!" So the two little rabbits tiptoed out of +the log cabin and hopped into the Bunnymobile, and went softly away, for +they knew how hard it is for mothers to get their children to sleep and +they didn't want to make trouble for kind Mrs. Bear. + +Well, pretty soon these kind little bunnies reached home, where Mrs. +Daisy Duck, their housekeeper, stood waiting on the front porch. It was +quite late and the Twinkle, Twinkle Star was shining down from the sky. +And next time if + + The Man in the Moon doesn't lose a cent + And so is unable to pay his rent, + +I'll tell you another story about these two little rabbits. + + + + +CHICKEN CITY + + +One morning as Uncle John Hare and his bunny nephew sat on the front +porch of their little house on the corner of Turnip Square and Lettuce +Avenue they saw a Yellow Hen walking down the road. She had on a pink +shawl and a purple sunbonnet and a pair of little red slippers. + + "Cackle, cackle, what do you think, + I went to the store to buy some ink, + Paper and pen a letter to write, + But they told me they'd all sold out last night." + +"So here I am," said the little Yellow Hen. "I must make you a call," +and she hopped up on the porch and sat down in the rocking chair. + +"Well, we're glad to see you," said the old gentleman rabbit. "How are +all the folks in Chicken City?" + +"The old Red Rooster has the chicken pox," she answered. And when the +old gentleman rabbit heard that he was dreadfully sorry, for once upon a +time that very same rooster used to wake him up every morning for +breakfast. + +"We'll take the Bunnymobile and go over to see him," he said. And in +less than 500 short seconds all three of them were driving toward +Chicken City. But, would you believe it, when they reached the old Red +Rooster's house they were told he had gone for a walk on the meadow. And +pretty soon they heard him say: + + "I got over the chickenpox, + But I nearly had the flu + I'm so glad I'm well again-- + Cock-a-doodle-do!" + +"Too bad you took all this trip for nothing," said the Yellow Hen. + +"Not a bit of it," answered the old gentleman bunny. "It's worth going a +thousand miles to hear my old friend crow again." And then he and Little +Jack Rabbit jumped into the Bunnymobile and started off for home. But +they had gone only a little way, maybe a mile and maybe less, when they +saw a little pig by the road-side, eating clover tops and wagging his +little curly tail to brush away the flies. + +"Come, take a ride with us," shouted Little Jack Rabbit. So in jumped +the little pig and sat down on the back seat and then the old gentleman +bunny made the Bunnymobile go twice as fast to frighten the little pig. +But he wasn't scared. He lay back against the nice soft cushions and +took a lollypop out of his pocket and made believe he was smoking a +pipe. And when the old gentleman rabbit turned around, he nearly upset +the Bunnymobile he was so surprised. + +And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +MRS. WILDCAT + + + The Bunnymobile went gliding along, + While the two little rabbits sang a song. + The little pig now and then joined in, + But, oh, dear me! his voice was thin. + +"Stop that noise!" cried somebody, all of a sudden, just like that. And +from behind a bush a big wildcat jumped right out into the middle of the +road. And, oh dear me, again, and maybe once more, but she had dreadful +long teeth and sharp pointed claws. + +"I won't stop," answered the old gentleman rabbit. + +"Yes, you will," said the wildcat, "and what is more I'm going to eat +your friend Mr. Pig." + +Goodness gracious me! That was a terrible thing to hear, especially if +you're a pig. And then with a leap that fierce wildcat landed in the +Bunnymobile. But, oh dear me, before she could touch him Little Jack +Rabbit picked up a big round rubber tire and threw it over that wicked +wildcat's head, and when she tried to get it off the little air valve +opened and blew in her eye until she couldn't see anything. And while +she had her eyes shut the old gentleman rabbit put a big chain around +her waist and padlocked it to the Bunnymobile. + +"Now will you be good?" asked Little Jack Rabbit with a grin. "We'll +take you to the Catnip City jail and turn you over to the Policeman +Dog." + +And away went the two little rabbits, but, let me tell you, before they +even started the little pig jumped over the seat and sat down beside +them, for he didn't want to stay with the big wildcat. Oh, dear no! Not +even if she were chained and padlocked. + +Well, pretty soon, not so very long, although it seemed a month to the +little pig, they came to Catnip City, and in a few minutes after that +they stopped in front of the jail. + +"What have you got here?" asked the Policeman Dog, coming out with his +club in his right paw. "Oh, I see, Mrs. Wildcat. I'm mighty glad you've +caught her." And he tickled her ear with his club and locked her up in a +cell. + +"She won't bother anybody for thirty days," said the Policeman Dog. + +And then away went the two little bunnies till they came to a farm where +a big turkey gobbler lived. + + "Gobble, gobble, gobble! + Cried the great big turkey cock. + I'd like to find some one to darn, + The hole in my purple sock." + +"Give it to me and I'll take it home to my housekeeper," said Uncle John +Hare. And in the next story you shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +PROFESSOR CROW + + +Now I forgot to tell you in the last story that as soon as the two +little rabbits reached the farm where the big Turkey Gobbler had a hole +in his purple sock, the little pig jumped out of the Bunnymobile and ran +around to the pigsty, and he was in such a hurry that he forgot all +about thanking them for the nice ride. + +"Now I hope my housekeeper, Mrs. Daisy Duck, has some purple yarn," said +the old gentleman rabbit as the Turkey Gobbler handed over the sock with +the hole in it, "but if she hasn't I'll get some for her at the +One-Two-Three-Cent Store in Turnip City." + +"You're very kind," answered the Turkey Gobbler. "Some day I'll do you a +favor." + +Well, by and by, after a while, the two little rabbits came to a hill +which the Bunnymobile wouldn't go up. No, siree. It just stood still and +turned its two brass lamps around to see what the old gentleman rabbit +was going to do about it. + +"Goodness gracious me!" he said. "Now what do you think is the matter. +Maybe it wants some gasoline to drink or maybe some milk. I'm sure I +don't know which!" And just then Professor Crow flew by and said: + + "What is the matter with you, I say; + There's a wire stretched across the way, + Can't you see it from where you sit? + The two front wheels are caught by it." + +"So there is," exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit. "Thank you, Professor +Crow." + +"But how can we cut the wire?" asked the old gentleman rabbit. "I wish +Mrs. Daisy Duck were here with her work basket; we could borrow her +scissors." + +"Ha, ha!" laughed the old black crow. "If you'll give me a ride I'll cut +the wire with my beak." + +"That will be fine," said Uncle John Hare. "Go ahead and cut it, and +then jump in and we'll take you wherever you wish." In a few minutes +that clever black bird cut the wire in two, and then the Bunnymobile +went up the hill as nicely as you please. And when they reached the top +they met a little old man with a pack on his back. He was a very queer +looking person, not the least like a dwarf, but much smaller than a boy. + +"Take me with you, good friends," he said. "I will reward you with a +present from my pack." + +"Jump in," said Little Jack Rabbit. "You may sit with Professor Crow on +the back seat." So the little old man crawled in, bundle and all, and +after a while he undid the string that tied the bag and put his hand +inside. + + "What shall I pick from out of the bag. + Say what you'd like the best. + A watch or a ring or a diamond stud, + Or a purple velvet vest?" + + + + +THE WITCH'S SPELL + + +Now I guess Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare, the nice old +gentleman bunny, have had plenty of time since I wrote the last story to +think what they would rather have from the pack, which the funny little +old man had untied as he rode along with them in the Bunnymobile. + +"Now tell me what you'd like," he said again. + +"I'll take a diamond pin," said the old gentleman rabbit. + +"Give me a watch," cried the little bunny. + +"A gold ring will suit me," said the little pig. "I can wear it like an +earring in my nose." + +"I'd like a purple velvet vest," said Prof. Jim Crow; "it will go very +nicely with my black swallow-tail coat." + +Then the funny little old man pulled out his hand, and, would you +believe it? he handed Little Jack Rabbit a diamond pin. And then he put +his hand in the bag again and drew out a watch, a ring, and a lovely +purple vest. + +"Goodness gracious me, but you are generous," said Uncle John Hare. "How +can we ever repay you?" + +"I will tell you," answered the little old man. "And I hope you will be +willing to do what I ask." + +"Oh, dear me," thought Little Jack Rabbit, "I know he's going to ask us +to do something dangerous." + +"In yonder forest," said the little old man, "lives an old witch who +keeps in a wicker cage a lovely bird. Now this little bird is really my +daughter, but the wicked witch has cast a spell over her. And the only +way she can be set free is for someone to touch her with a little blue +flower which grows all by itself near a big oak tree, not far from +here." + +"I will fly away and bring back the flower," said Professor Jim Crow. + +"Now then," said the funny little old man, "I will tell you what to do. +The little pig must go around to the back of the witch's hut and dig up +her garden, and when she runs out to send him away, you two rabbits hop +up on the porch and carry off the cage. And as soon as you have it safe +in the Bunnymobile, come back to me. I will wait for you here." + +Well, by this time, as Prof. Jim Crow had flown after the flower, the +two little rabbits and the pig started off for the witch's hut and by +and by, after a while, they stopped in the wood and got out. And when +they were quite near, the little pig ran around to the back and began to +dig up the garden. + +Pretty soon, the old witch ran out of the back door to chase the pig and +by this time Little Jack Rabbit had placed the birdcage in the +Bunnymobile. But, oh dear me. Just as he and his uncle were driving away +they heard a dreadful scream, and in the next story I'll tell you what +happened after that. + + + + +THE MAGIC FLOWER + + + "Come back, come back with my pretty bird, + Or I'll change you both into a snake. + How dare you act like a couple of thieves + And my little pet blue bird take?" + +And then the witch gave a dreadful scream, and jumping on her +broom-stick flew after Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare. + +Now it may seem strange that a broom-stick can go as fast as a +Bunnymobile, but it did, just the same. And maybe a little faster, for +pretty soon the old witch was alongside and stretching out her bony hand +tried to snatch up the cage with the little blue bird. But just then, +all of a sudden, up came Professor Jim Crow with the magic blue flower, +and as soon as he touched the little bird she changed into a lovely +princess, and the old witch gave another dreadful scream and almost fell +off her broom-stick. You see she was afraid of that little magic blue +flower, for she knew if she came near it she would turn into a bat, and +that would be the end of her. So she flew away on her broom-stick, back +to her hut in the wood. + +Well, by this time they had reached the funny little old man with his +pack who lost no time in touching the little magic flower, when, presto! +chango! as the magician says, he turned into a handsome king, and +throwing his arms around the princess, cried, "My dearest daughter! At +last you are free!" And then he turned to the two little rabbits and +Prof. Jim Crow. "How shall I ever repay you?" + +"Don't mention it again," said the old gentleman bunny. "We are all glad +to have helped you; and besides, you gave us all a present." + +Just then the little pig came up, much out of breath, for he had run all +the way from the witch's house. + +Pretty soon the king and the princess drove off in a great coach drawn +by four milk white horses, after saying good-by to the bunnies, the crow +and pig. And not so very long, they heard a voice singing: + + "My little white dress I have washed so clean, + I will iron the ruffles in between, + And when the prince comes riding along, + I'll sing my prettiest fairy song." + +"Who is singing?" asked the little rabbit, and they stopped the +Bunnymobile and knocked at the door of a little house they spied in the +wood and in less than five seconds, it was opened by a little girl. + +"Come in," she said, "I've never seen such nice rabbits before." And in +the next story you shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +THE RIBBON TREE + + +In the story before this I told you how a little girl opened the door of +her cottage when the two little rabbits went rat-a-tat-tat three times. +And you remember she was singing a song about her pretty ruffled dress +which she meant to put on before the prince came riding by. Well, as +soon as the two little rabbits sat down in the parlor, the little girl +said: + + "I have a little tree, on which silk ribbons grow; + Some are red as roses, some are white as snow. + And some are yellow, pink and blue, + Come, I'll show my tree to you." + +And then she led Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare into her garden +and showed them this wonderful tree. It certainly was a beautiful tree, +just covered with little silk ribbons of many colors and on the topmost +branch Bobbie Redvest had a nest full of little blue eggs. + +And while they stood there admiring this wonderful tree, five little +dwarfs ran into the garden and said: + + "We want a yard of ribbon + As blue as sunny sky, + Two yards of purple color + And three of crimson dye." + +Then the little girl took a pair of silver scissors from her pocket and +clipped off the ribbons. And wasn't it wonderful? No sooner had she cut +off a piece than another grew in its place. And after she had rolled up +the ribbons in a neat package, the five little dwarfs each took a +diamond out of his pocket and gave it to her, and then they hurried away +without a word to the two little rabbits. + +"They never speak to anyone except in poetry," said the little girl, +"and maybe they were too bashful to think of a rhyme for you." + +"I'd like to buy a blue ribbon for a tie," said Uncle John Hare. + +"I will give you one for nothing," said the little girl, "if you will +take me in your Bunnymobile to the One-Two-Three-Cent Store in Catnip +City." + +"All right," answered Uncle John Hare. So the little girl cut off a +piece of blue ribbon and tied it around his neck and then off they went +to the One-Two-Three-Cent Store. + +[Illustration: The Little Girl Tied a Ribbon Around Uncle John Hare's +Neck.] + +"I sell these ribbons for Pussy Cats and Bow-wow Dogs," she said, +opening a box which she carried under her arm. "Then I buy groceries and +shoes for myself, and some day when the prince comes riding by on his +big white horse he will stop to see me, and then maybe he'll ask me to +marry him, and I shall be a princess. But I shall take my little magic +tree with me and plant it in the castle garden, for it is my lucky +charm." And in the next story, just wait until you hear what happens. + + + + +THE FAIRY CAT + + +When the two little rabbits and the little girl reached the +One-Two-Three-Cent Store in Catnip City, they all jumped out of the +Bunnymobile. Now, I don't believe I ever told you about the +One-Two-Three-Cent Store. It was kept by a Fairy Cat, whose name was +Tabby Tiny Cat. And all the fairies for miles around bought things at +her store, for she kept every kind of a thing--candies made of honey +dew, nuts and maple sugar, Sunbeam Taffy and Moonlight Marshmallows, as +well as Cobweb Laces and pretty moss rugs and Sugar Maple Icicle Candy. + +"Come in, come in," said the Fairy Cat. + +"I've things for a penny and some for two, and others for three, now +what will it be?" + +"Let me look around first," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Mrs. Daisy Duck, +my uncle's housekeeper, makes all the good things we want to eat, but +maybe you will have something we'd like to buy." So while he and Uncle +John Hare looked around, the little girl showed the lovely Magic Tree +Ribbons to the Fairy Cat who said: + +"I'll take them all, for the Fairy Cats will need bows for Easter." Then +the little girl bought flour and sugar and a pair of little red shoes, +and a dainty sunbonnet with a yellow butterfly on it. And then she was +ready to go home. But the two little rabbits were still looking around +trying to find something which they could buy for Mrs. Daisy Duck. + +Pretty soon a Yellow Bird in a wicker cage began to sing: + + "Buy a fairy dewdrop pin + Your purple tie to fasten in." + +"Good," said Uncle John Hare, "that's what I want." + + "Buy a silver tick-tock watch + To tell the time of day. + You'll find it very useful + When riding miles away," + +sang the little bird. + +"That's the very thing," exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit. And as soon as +they had paid the Fairy Cat, they all jumped into the Bunnymobile and +started back for the little girl's house where in the garden grew the +Magic Ribbon Tree I told you about in the last story. + +But, oh dear me. Just as they drew up at the front gate, they saw the +Ragged Rabbit Giant behind the house. "Oh, dear," said the little girl. +"He will pick off all the lovely ribbons. What shall I do?" + +Well, just then, all of a sudden, a big tremendous long snake crawled +out from behind a tree. And in the next story, you shall hear what +happened after that. + + + + +THE BIG BLACK SNAKE + + + "I'm as strong as an iron rope + I can bind a giant fast; + If I coil like a belt around his waist, + I can make him breathe his last," + +sang the Big Black Snake just as I finished the last story. + +"Then help us," said Little Jack Rabbit, "for the Ragged Rabbit Giant is +picking all the lovely ribbons from the little girl's magic tree." + +"Keep quiet," said the snake, "and I will glide around into the garden +and see what I can do." + +So Uncle John Hare, Little Jack Rabbit and the little girl hid behind a +lilac bush. And pretty soon, not so very long, they heard a dreadful +noise. Oh, dear me, yes. And in another minute the Ragged Rabbit Giant +ran out of the garden with the big snake coiled about his waist. + +Now the Ragged Rabbit Giant was tremendously strong, and the snake found +it hard work to squeeze the breath out of him. But, just the same, +Ragged Rabbit Giant was mighty uncomfortable, let me tell you. And +pretty soon he said in a whisper: + + "If you will tell this dreadful snake + To bother me no more, + I'll never pass this way again + Nor knock upon your door." + +"Shall I let him go?" asked the snake, winking his left eye at Uncle +John Hare. "First make him give us a promise," answered the wise old +gentleman rabbit. So the big bunny giant made a solemn vow never to +bother them again. + +"You are a very kind snake," said the little girl, "I will give you some +ribbons for your children's Easter bonnets." And she ran into the garden +and with her silver scissors clipped off some pretty ribbons and gave +them to the snake, who then glided away to his home. + +Just then the sound of a bugle was heard and the little girl cried: + + "Here comes the prince on his snow-white steed + As my godmother told me he would, + To take me away to his castle gay + In the midst of the whispering wood." + +And sure enough, in a few minutes the prince came by and asked the +little girl to come to his castle. So she pulled up the Magic Ribbon +Tree and locked the door of her little house, and then the handsome +prince lifted her up on the saddle and rode away to the castle. And as +soon as the little girl was seated behind him she grew into a beautiful +young princess. And in the next story, oh, just wait until you hear what +happens. + + + + +THE SUGAR BARREL + + + Said Mrs. Daisy Duck one day, + "The sugar all has gone away + The ants have made a call I fear, + And taken it away from here." + +"Never mind," said Uncle John Hare, the old gentleman rabbit, "perhaps +they couldn't buy any lollypops at the One-Two-Three-Cent Store." + +"But what am I to do?" asked Mrs. Daisy Duck. "I must have sugar to make +Angel cake." + +"If that's the case," said the old gentleman bunny, "I'll motor over to +Turnip City and buy some." So he and Little Jack Rabbit jumped into the +Bunnymobile and away they went, and after a while, and maybe a mile, and +a laugh and a smile, they stopped at the Big Grocery Store. + +Now the manager of the sugar department was a very nice pig, and when he +advised Uncle John Hare to take a barrel of sugar instead of three +pounds for twenty-five cents, the old gentleman rabbit said all right, +he would. But, goodness me. They had a dreadful time getting that heavy +barrel into the Bunnymobile. But after a while they rolled it up on the +back seat, and then they started off for home. But, goodness me again! +They had gone but a little way when, all of a sudden, just like that, a +voice sang out: + + "What have you got in that barrel + That sits up so straight on the seat. + You'd have a close call if it happened to fall + On top of your four little feet." + +"Who are you?" asked the old gentleman bunny, stopping the Bunnymobile +and looking all about him. But he couldn't see anybody, and neither +could the little rabbit, although he put up his spyglasses and looked +over the top of a tall oak tree. + +"Here I am," said the voice, and all of a sudden, just like that, a big +honey bee flew out of a flower. + +"Ha, ha!" laughed the old gentleman rabbit, "I guess you smelt sugar. We +have enough in that barrel to last for maybe a year and a day, as they +say in Fairy Land." + +"I will give you a box of honey for two pounds of sugar," said the bee. +"Mr. Bee told me this morning that he was tired of honey in his coffee." + +"Get in the Bunnymobile and come with us," said the old gentleman bunny. +"When we get there I'll open the barrel and give you some." So away they +went and soon they came across an old rag doll lying in the dusty road. + +"Goodness me," exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit, "she must have +fainted." And, sure enough, this was the case, for as soon as she was +lifted into the Bunnymobile she opened her eyes and said: "In the next +story I'll tell you how I was lost by a little girl with a blue +sunbonnet." + + + + +THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP + + + "I'm a plain rag doll in a dress of blue, + And I've been lost, an hour or two + By a little girl with a curly head + Who will cry for me when she goes to bed." + +This is what the Rag Doll said to the two little rabbits who picked her +up in the last story, you remember. + +"Dear me!" exclaimed the old gentleman bunny. "What's the name of the +little girl?" + +"Lucy Locket," said the Rag Doll. And then Little Jack Rabbit began to +laugh, for he had once read of a little Lucy Locket who had lost her +pocket, and he remembered that she lived not far away. So he steered the +Bunnymobile while the old gentleman bunny talked to the Rag Doll, and by +and by, not so very long, they came to a pretty house, and right there +on the front porch sat a little girl crying. + +"Hello, don't cry; wipe your eye!" shouted kind Uncle John Hare. "We +have found your rag dolly!" And in another minute the Rag Dolly was in +the little girl's arms. + +"Good-by," said the two little rabbits, and they drove away to find +another adventure, and pretty soon they found one. Oh, my yes! The +Yellow Dog Tramp came out of the wood and said: + + "I've been tramping, tramping, tramping + For many a weary mile; + Across the way, through fields of hay, + And through the old turnstile. + Oh, won't you take me for a ride? + I've a dreadful pain in my poor old side." + +"Jump in," said the old gentleman rabbit with a kind smile. "You're not +the kind of a dog who bothers little bunnies." + +"No, I'm not," answered the Yellow Dog Tramp, "I'd like to find a nice +home and stay there." + +"Well, you come with us," said the little bunny. "You can clean the +Bunnymobile and work in the garden." + +"Hurrah!" barked the Yellow Dog Tramp. "I feel like a boy again already, +I used to do those things before I became a hobo doggy." + +Well, by this time they were almost home, and in less than five hundred +more short seconds they were in the garage where the old gentleman +rabbit fixed up a little room for the Yellow Dog Tramp, with a looking +glass at one end and a little white bed at the other. + +"Now you brush your coat and trousers and part your hair in the middle +and then come in to supper," said the old gentleman rabbit. And in the +next story you shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +"ALWAYS TRUST THE FAIRIES" + + + Uncle John's little garden + Is full of bright flowers + And the fairies play tag + Through all the bright hours. + +"Dear me," said the Yellow Dog Tramp, to himself, peeping out of the +garage, where we left him in the last story, "they seem to be having a +fine time!" And he sighed, for he was thinking of another garden up in +Vermont and the old farm where he was a boy, long ago, before he had run +away from home. + +"Who's eye is watching us?" cried one of the fairies, all of a sudden, +just like that. And then, of course, all these little people stopped +playing but they couldn't see anything but the Yellow Dog Tramp's right +eye, which, I forgot to tell you, was peeping through a tiny knothole. + + "The Yellow Dog Tramp, who is old and lame + Is watching you play your tag-a-rag game," + +he answered, whereupon all the fairies said: + + "Jump over the fence, and play awhile + Drop your scowl and put on a nice smile." + +And when the Yellow Dog Tramp heard that, he couldn't help but laugh, +and in less than five hundred short seconds he was over the wall. But, +oh dear me. In a few minutes the big Ragged Rabbit Giant leaned over the +tree top and said in a deep gruff voice: + + "Fee, fum, fag, fog. + I smell the blood of a yellow dog." + +"Quick, I must change you into a fairy puppy," said the queen fairy, and +she waved her bright wand, and in less time than I can take to tell it +he became small enough to creep into a tulip flower. + +"Where has that dog gone?" asked the big Ragged Rabbit Giant, peeking +under the bushes and behind the sunflowers, but he never thought to look +in the tulip. + +"Thunder and lightning! What happened to that dog," and the Giant Rabbit +dusted off the knees of his trousers after creeping under a lilac bush; +"he must be here somewhere." But not a fairy said a word, and pretty +soon a mosquito stung that wicked old Giant Rabbit on the back of his +neck, which made him so angry that he stepped over the garden wall and +walked away. + +And when he was out of sight the queen fairy changed the Yellow Dog +Tramp back again into his natural shape: + + "Always trust the fairies + If danger you are in. + And always say 'A lucky day!' + When e'er you find a pin," + +sang the queen fairy as the happy Yellow Dog Tramp ran into Uncle John +Hare's little house. + +And there we will leave him for the present, but in another book, +entitled "Little Jack Rabbit and Professor Crow," you'll hear more about +the little rabbits and their friends. + + +THE END + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS + +(Trademark Registered) + +BY DAVID CORY + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND PROFESSOR CROW + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND OLD MAN WEASEL + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MR. 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