“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! It is showering again!” grunted Mrs. Twistytail, the lady pig, as she felt a drop splash on her nose. “Yes, and I have my best dress on,” said Mrs. Littletail. Uncle Wiggily just laughed and stood up. He began to open his umbrella. “We shall not get wet,” he said in a jolly voice. “Even if this taxi has no top to it that will not matter. I always carry an umbrella in April, and this is not the first time I have used it today. I’ll hoist it in just a moment. It seems to be caught.” The frog boys eagerly watched.
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! It is showering again!” grunted Mrs. Twistytail, the lady pig, as she felt a drop splash on her nose. “Yes, and I have my best dress on,” said Mrs. Littletail. Uncle Wiggily just laughed and stood up. He began to open his umbrella. “We shall not get wet,” he said in a jolly voice. “Even if this taxi has no top to it that will not matter. I always carry an umbrella in April, and this is not the first time I have used it today. I’ll hoist it in just a moment. It seems to be caught.” The frog boys eagerly watched.