“What kind of a joke shall we play on Uncle Wiggily?” asked Bawly, of his frog brother, as the rabbit gentleman put down his umbrella and went in the house. “Oh, we’ll just cut a lot of holes in his umbrella, and then furl it up,” croaked Bully. “Then when he goes home from here, and opens his umbrella in a shower, which is sure to come, he’ll get all wet! Won’t that be funny?” Then he and his brother took the bread knife and, going out in the hall where their mother and Uncle Wiggily could not see them, they cut the umbrella.
“What kind of a joke shall we play on Uncle Wiggily?” asked Bawly, of his frog brother, as the rabbit gentleman put down his umbrella and went in the house. “Oh, we’ll just cut a lot of holes in his umbrella, and then furl it up,” croaked Bully. “Then when he goes home from here, and opens his umbrella in a shower, which is sure to come, he’ll get all wet! Won’t that be funny?” Then he and his brother took the bread knife and, going out in the hall where their mother and Uncle Wiggily could not see them, they cut the umbrella.