“Very well,” spoke Dr. Possum, so the two piggie boys did all the tricks they could think of, from whirling around on the ends of their tails to rolling themselves down a hill, like a hoop, with an apple in their mouths.  As Pinky watched them, she felt a little better, and when the big ambulance automobile came to take her to the hospital she was almost laughing.

And even when she got in the nice big hospital, so clean and neat, she wasn’t frightened, for the little squirrel nurses were so kind to her and they looked so pretty in their caps and blue dresses that Pinky felt sure she was going to like it there.  And then the doctor said to her.

“Now, Pinky, little girl, I will have to hurt you the least bit, but no more than I can help, and after it is over you will be all better and you will have no pain and you will be well.  Are you going to be a brave little piggie and stand for it?”

“Ye—­yes,” faltered Pinky, but when the time came for them to really make her better, and when it hurt, she cried out: 

“Oh, dear!  Oh, dear!  Oh, dear!” and she wiggled so hard that the nurses and doctors could hardly hold her, just as when some children get vaccinated.

“This will never do,” said Dr. Possum.  “If she doesn’t keep quiet we cannot make her get well.”

“I can’t!” cried Pinky.  “I can’t!  I can’t!”

Well, no one knew what to do, until just then Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit, came along, and he saw at once what was the matter.

“I’ll fix it!” he exclaimed.  “If Curly and Flop will stand outside the hospital and sing funny songs while the doctor is fixing Pinky, she will not mind it in the least.”

“We’ll try it,” said Dr. Possum.  So the two piggie boys began to sing funny songs under Pinky’s window.  They sang about the mousie who had a rubber nose, and every time he blew it he bounced on his tiptoes.  Then there was another one about a doggie, who could not wag his tail, because he’d fastened on it the monkey’s drinking pail.  And when Pinky heard these songs she felt much better, and she let the doctor do whatever he had to do to her.

And when he hurt her quite badly (though, of course, he did not mean to, for it was to make her better), and when Pinky cried, Curly and Flop danced harder than ever and sang about the kittie who had a penny hat, and when the ribbons all fell off she gave it to a rat.

Pinky laughed at that, and when her two brothers chased after Sammie Littletail, the rabbit, and made him jump over a telegraph pole just for fun, she felt so jolly that Dr. Possum could finish making her all better, and she never cried once again.

So this shows you that even little animal children can go to the hospital and not mind it at all, though I hope none of you boys and girls ever get ill enough to have to go.  And in a short time Pinky was all better, and she was glad she had let the doctor do what he had to.