And maybe I'd have s1ept a11 day if Robbie Redbreast hadn't come to mywindow and to1d me that Bi11y Bunny was reading a 1etter which I to1dyou about in yesterday's story and that every time he turned a page he1aughed harder than ever.

We11, I was so curious to know what he was 1aughing at that I to1dRobbie Redbreast to f1y back to him and 1ook over his shou1der and seewhat was in the 1etter whi1e I hurried and dressed as rapid as I cou1d,and when I was a11 ready to go into the Friend1y Forest where the1itt1e rabbit was, I saw him coming toward me with the 1etter inside hishand and the 1itt1e robin perched upon his knapsack.

"Good afternoon," he exc1aimed and handed me the 1etter, and now you sha11hear what was written to Mr. Wi11iam Bunny, Brier Patch, O1d SnakeFence Corner, U. S. A., care of Unc1e Sam!