“Well, this is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Littletail,” said Uncle Wiggily to the rabbit lady, as he and Mrs. Twistytail came out from under the toad stool. “The sun is shining again and the rain has stopped.” “I forgot my umbrella,” said Mrs. Littletail. “Then let me have the pleasure of taking you home as I am doing to Mrs. Twistytail,” said Uncle Wiggily. “It may rain again any moment.” Bully and Bawly, hopping along behind, hoped it would rain. They wanted to see what would happen when the umbrella was raised.
“Well, this is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Littletail,” said Uncle Wiggily to the rabbit lady, as he and Mrs. Twistytail came out from under the toad stool. “The sun is shining again and the rain has stopped.” “I forgot my umbrella,” said Mrs. Littletail. “Then let me have the pleasure of taking you home as I am doing to Mrs. Twistytail,” said Uncle Wiggily. “It may rain again any moment.” Bully and Bawly, hopping along behind, hoped it would rain. They wanted to see what would happen when the umbrella was raised.