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+<h1 class="pg">The Project Gutenberg eBook, Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard, by
+Howard R. Garis, Illustrated by Edward Bloomfield and Lansing Campbell</h1>
+<pre>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre>
+<p class="pg">Title: Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard<br />&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="pg">       Adventures of the Rabbit Gentleman with the Mother Goose Characters<br />&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="pg">Author: Howard R. Garis<br />&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="pg">Release Date: October 27, 2007  [eBook #23213]<br />&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="pg">Language: English<br />&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="pg">Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1<br />&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="pg">***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD***<br />&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier,<br />
+    and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br />
+    (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div id="cover" class="illo">
+	<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="500" height="681" alt="A rabbit gentlemen with a crutch carries a valise." />
+</div>
+<div id="frontmatter">
+	<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page1" title="1"></a> -->
+	<p class="interior_title">UNCLE WIGGILY<br />
+	AND<br />
+	OLD MOTHER HUBBARD</p>
+	<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page2" title="2"></a>[Blank Page]
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page3" title="3"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+		<div class="illo">
+		<img src="images/fig005.jpg" width="500" height="768" alt="A woman riding a goose runs into Uncle Wiggily in a basket." />
+	</div>
+	<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page5" title="5"></a> -->
+	<div id="title_page">
+		<h1>UNCLE WIGGILY<br />
+		AND<br />
+		OLD MOTHER HUBBARD</h1>
+
+		<p class="subtitle">Adventures of the Rabbit Gentleman with the<br />
+		Mother Goose Characters</p>
+
+		<p class="author">By<br />
+		HOWARD R. GARIS</p>
+
+		<p class="author_work_list">Author of &#8220;<span class="author_works">Uncle Wiggily Bedtime Stories</span>,&#8221; &#8220;<span class="author_works">Uncle
+		Wiggily Animal Stories</span>,&#8221; &#8220;<span class="author_works">Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s Story
+		Book</span>,&#8221; &#8220;<span class="author_works">The Daddy Series</span>,&#8221; Etc.</p>
+
+		<p class="illustrator">Illustrated by<br />
+			<span class="special_name">Edward Bloomfield</span><br />
+			&amp;<br />
+			<span class="special_name">Lansing Campbell</span></p>
+
+		<p>&nbsp;</p>
+        <p class="publisher">A. L. BURT COMPANY<br />
+		<span class="smaller">PUBLISHERS</span><br />
+		New York</p>
+	</div>
+	<div id="ads">
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page6" title="6"></a> -->
+		<p class="ad_head_1">CHILDREN&#8217;S BOOKS by Howard R. Garis</p>
+
+		<p class="ad_head_2">UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIES</p>
+
+		<ul>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S ADVENTURES</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S TRAVELS</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S FORTUNE</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S AUTOMOBILE</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE SEASHORE</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S AIRSHIP</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE COUNTRY</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE WOODS</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY ON THE FARM</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S JOURNEY</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S RHEUMATISM</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY AND BABY BUNTY</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY IN WONDERLAND</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY IN FAIRYLAND</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY AND MOTHER HUBBARD</li>
+			<li>UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BIRDS</li>
+		</ul>
+
+		<p class="ad_head_2">UNCLE WIGGILY ANIMAL STORIES</p>
+
+		<ul>
+			<li>SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL</li>
+			<li>JOHNNIE AND BILLIE BUSHYTAIL</li>
+			<li>LULU, ALICE AND JIMMIE WIBBLEWOBBLE</li>
+			<li>JACKIE AND PEETIE BOW-WOW</li>
+			<li>BUDDY AND BRIGHTEYES PIGG</li>
+			<li>JOIE, TOMMIE AND KITTIE KAT</li>
+			<li>CHARLIE AND ARABELLA CHICK</li>
+			<li>NEDDIE AND BECKIE STUBTAIL</li>
+			<li>BULLY AND BAWLY NO-TAIL</li>
+			<li>NANNIE AND BILLIE WAGTAIL</li>
+			<li>JOLLIE AND JILLIE LONGTAIL</li>
+			<li>JACKO AND JUMPO KINKYTAIL</li>
+			<li>CURLY AND FLOPPY TWISTYTAIL</li>
+			<li>TOODLE AND NOODLE FLATTAIL</li>
+			<li>DOTTIE AND WILLIE FLUFFTAIL</li>
+			<li>DICKIE ANP NELLIE FLIPTAIL</li>
+			<li>WOODIE AND WADDIE CHUCK</li>
+			<li>BOBBY AND BETTY RINGTAIL</li>
+		</ul>
+
+		<p class="ad_head_2 smaller">SOMETHING NEW!</p>
+
+		<p class="smaller">UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S STORY BOOK<br />
+		and<br />
+		UNCLE WIGGILY&#8217;S PICTURE BOOK</p>
+
+		<p class="copyright">Copyright, 1922, by<br />
+		R. F. FENNO &amp; COMPANY</p>
+
+		<p class="smaller">UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD</p>
+	</div>
+	<div id="contents">
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page7" title="7"></a> -->
+		<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+		<p>CHAPTER</p>
+		<ol>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_1">Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_2">Uncle Wiggily and the First Pig</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_3">Uncle Wiggily and the Second Pig</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_4">Uncle Wiggily and the Third Pig</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_5">Uncle Wiggily and Little Boy Blue</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_6">Uncle Wiggily and Higgledee Piggledee</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_7">Uncle Wiggily and Little Bo-Peep</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_8">Uncle Wiggily and Tommie Tucker</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_9">Uncle Wiggily and Pussy Cat Mole</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_10">Uncle Wiggily and Jack and Jill</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_11">Uncle Wiggily and Jack Horner</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_12">Uncle Wiggily and Mr. Pop-Goes</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_13">Uncle Wiggily and Simple Simon</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_14">Uncle Wiggily and the Crumpled-Horn Cow</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_15">Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_16">Uncle Wiggily and Miss Muffet</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_17">Uncle Wiggily and the First Kitten</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_18">Uncle Wiggily and the Second Kitten</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_19">Uncle Wiggily and the Third Kitten</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_20">Uncle Wiggily and the Jack Horse</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_21">Uncle Wiggily and the Clock-Mouse</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_22">Uncle Wiggily and the Late Scholar</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_23">Uncle Wiggily and Baa-Baa Black Sheep</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_24">Uncle Wiggily and Polly Flinders</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_25">Uncle Wiggily and the Garden Maid</a></li>
+			<li><a href="#chapter_26">Uncle Wiggily and the King</a></li>
+		</ol>
+		<!-- Transcriber's Note: the original TOC stopped at Chapter 15. -->
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page8" title="8"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+	</div>
+</div>
+<p class="interior_title"><a class="pagenum" id="page9" title="9"></a>Uncle Wiggily and<br />Old Mother Hubbard</p>
+<div id="chapter_1" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2>CHAPTER I<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND MOTHER GOOSE</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">There</span> once lived in the woods an old rabbit
+	gentleman named Uncle Wiggily Longears,
+	and in the hollow-stump bungalow where he
+	had his home there also lived Nurse Jane
+	Fuzzy Wuzzy, a muskrat lady housekeeper.
+	Near Uncle Wiggily there were, in hollow
+	trees, or in nests or in burrows under the
+	ground, many animal friends of his&#8212;rabbits,
+	squirrels, puppy dogs, pussy cats, frogs,
+	ducks, chickens and others, so that Uncle
+	Wiggily and Nurse Jane were never lonesome.</p>
+
+	<p>Often Sammie or Susie Littletail, a small
+	boy and girl rabbit, would hop over to the
+	hollow-stump bungalow, and call:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Uncle Wiggily! Uncle Wiggily! Can&#8217;t
+	you come out and play with us?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then the old rabbit gentleman, who was as
+	fond of fun as a kitten, would put on his tall silk
+	hat, take his red, white and blue striped barber-pole
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page10" title="10"></a>rheumatism crutch, that Nurse Jane had
+	gnawed for him out of a corn-stalk, and he
+	would go out to play with the rabbit children,
+	about whom I have told you in other books.</p>
+
+	<p>Or perhaps Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the
+	squirrel boys, might ask Uncle Wiggily to go
+	after hickory nuts with them, or maybe Lulu,
+	Alice or Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck children,
+	would want their bunny uncle to see them
+	go swimming.</p>
+
+	<p>So, altogether, Uncle Wiggily had a good
+	time in his hollow-stump bungalow which was
+	built in the woods. When he had nothing else
+	to do Mr. Longears would go for a ride in his
+	airship. This was made of a clothes-basket, with
+	toy circus balloons on it to make it rise up above
+	the trees. Or Uncle Wiggily might take a trip
+	in his automobile, which had big bologna sausages
+	on the wheels for tires. And whenever the
+	rabbit gentleman wanted the automobile wheels
+	to go around faster he sprinkled pepper on the
+	sausages.</p>
+
+	<p>One day Uncle Wiggily said to Nurse Jane
+	Fuzzy Wuzzy:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I think I will go for a ride in my airship.
+	Is there anything I can bring from the store
+	for you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page11" title="11"></a>&#8220;Why, you might bring a loaf of bread and
+	a pound of sugar,&#8221; answered the muskrat lady.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Very good,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily, and
+	then he took some soft cushions out to put in
+	the clothes-basket part of his airship, so, in case
+	the air popped out of the balloons, and he fell,
+	he would land easy like, and soft.</p>
+
+	<p>Soon the rabbit gentleman was sailing off
+	through the air, over the tree tops, his paws in
+	nice, warm red mittens that Nurse Jane had
+	knitted for him. For it was winter, you see, and
+	Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s paws would have been cold
+	steering his airship, by the baby carriage wheel
+	which guided it, had it not been for the mittens.</p>
+
+	<p>It did not take the bunny uncle long to go to
+	the store in his airship, and soon, with the loaf
+	of bread and pound of sugar under the seat,
+	away he started for his hollow-stump bungalow
+	again.</p>
+
+	<p>And, as he sailed on and over the tree tops,
+	Uncle Wiggily looked far off, and he saw some
+	black smoke rising in the air.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! That smoke seems to be near my hollow-stump
+	bungalow,&#8221; he said to himself. &#8220;I
+	guess Nurse Jane is starting a fire in the kitchen
+	stove to get dinner. I must hurry home.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily made his airship go faster, and
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page12" title="12"></a>then he saw, coming toward him, a big bird,
+	with large wings.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, that looks just like my old friend,
+	Grandfather Goosey Gander,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily
+	thought to himself. &#8220;I wonder why he is flying
+	so high? He hardly ever goes up so near the
+	clouds.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And he seems to have some one on his back,&#8221;
+	spoke Uncle Wiggily out loud this time, sort of
+	talking to the loaf of bread and the pound of
+	sugar. &#8220;A lady, too,&#8221; went on the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;A lady with a tall hat on, something like mine,
+	only hers comes to a point on top. And she has
+	a broom with her. I wonder who it can be?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And when the big white bird came nearer to
+	the airship Uncle Wiggily saw that it was not
+	Grandfather Goosey Gander at all, but another
+	big gander, almost like his friend, whom he
+	often went to see. And then the bunny uncle
+	saw who it was on the bird&#8217;s back.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, it&#8217;s Mother Goose!&#8221; cried Uncle
+	Wiggily Longears. &#8220;It&#8217;s Mother Goose! She
+	looks just like her pictures in the book, too.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I am Mother Goose,&#8221; said the lady who
+	was riding on the back of the big, white gander.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am glad to meet you, Mother Goose,&#8221;
+	spoke Mr. Longears. &#8220;I have often heard
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page13" title="13"></a>about you. I can see, over the tree tops, that
+	Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, my muskrat lady
+	housekeeper, is getting dinner ready. I can tell
+	by the smoke. Will you not ride home with me?
+	I will make my airship go slowly, so as not
+	to get ahead of you and your fine gander-goose.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Alas, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; said Mother Goose,
+	scratching her chin with the end of the broom
+	handle, &#8220;I cannot come home to dinner with
+	you much as I would like it. Alas! Alas!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why not?&#8221; asked the bunny uncle.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Because I have bad news for you,&#8221; said
+	Mother Goose. &#8220;That smoke, which you saw
+	over the tree tops, was not smoke from your
+	chimney as Nurse Jane was getting dinner.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What was it then?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily,
+	and a cold shiver sort of ran up and down between
+	his ears, even if he did have warm, red
+	mittens on his paws. &#8220;What was that smoke?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;The smoke from your burning bungalow,&#8221;
+	went on Mother Goose. &#8220;It caught fire, when
+	Nurse Jane was getting dinner, and <span class="keep_together">now&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh! Don&#8217;t tell me Nurse Jane is burned!&#8221;
+	cried Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Don&#8217;t say that!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I was not going to,&#8221; spoke Mother Goose,
+	kindly. &#8220;But I must tell you that your hollow-stump
+	bungalow is burned to the ground.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page14" title="14"></a>There is nothing left but some ashes,&#8221; and she
+	made the gander, on whose back she was riding,
+	fly close alongside of Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s airship.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My nice bungalow burned!&#8221; exclaimed the
+	rabbit gentleman. &#8220;Well, I am very, very sorry
+	for that. But still it might be worse. Nurse
+	Jane might have been hurt, and that would have
+	been quite too bad. I dare say I can get another
+	bungalow.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That is what I came to tell you about,&#8221; said
+	Mother Goose. &#8220;I was riding past when I saw
+	your Woodland hollow-stump house on fire, and
+	I went down to see if I could help. It was too
+	late to save the bungalow, but I said I would find
+	a place for you and Nurse Jane to stay to-night,
+	or as long as you like, until you can build a new
+	home.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That is very kind of you,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;I hardly know what to do.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I have many friends,&#8221; went on Mother
+	Goose. &#8220;You may have read about them in
+	the book which tells of me. Any of my friends
+	would be glad to have you come and live with
+	them. There is the Old Woman Who Lives in
+	a Shoe, for instance.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But hasn&#8217;t she so many children she doesn&#8217;t
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page15" title="15"></a>know what to do?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily, as he
+	remembered the story in the book.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; answered Mother Goose, &#8220;she has. I
+	suppose you would not like it there.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I like children,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;But if there are so many that the dear Old Lady
+	doesn&#8217;t know what to do, she wouldn&#8217;t know
+	what to do with Nurse Jane and me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, you might go stay with my friend Old
+	Mother Hubbard,&#8221; said Mother Goose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But if I went there, would not the cupboard
+	be bare?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily, &#8220;and what
+	would Nurse Jane and I do for something to
+	eat?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s so,&#8221; spoke Mother Goose, as she
+	reached up quite high and brushed a cobweb off
+	the sky with her broom. &#8220;That will not do,
+	either. I must see about getting Mother Hubbard
+	and her dog something to eat. You can
+	stay with her later. Oh, I have it!&#8221; suddenly
+	cried the lady who was riding on the back of the
+	white gander, &#8220;you can go stay with Old King
+	Cole! He&#8217;s a jolly old soul!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily shook his head.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you very much, Mother Goose,&#8221; he
+	said, slowly. &#8220;But Old King Cole might send
+	for his fiddlers three, and I do not believe I
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page16" title="16"></a>would like to listen to jolly music to-day when
+	my nice bungalow has just burned down.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, perhaps not,&#8221; agreed Mother Goose.
+	&#8220;Well, if you can find no other place to stay to-night
+	come with me. I have a big house, and
+	with me live Little Bo Peep, Little Boy Blue,
+	who is getting to be quite a big chap now, Little
+	Tommie Tucker and Jack Sprat and his wife.
+	Oh, I have many other friends living with me,
+	and surely we can find room for you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I
+	will think about it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then he flew down in his airship to the place
+	where the hollow-stump bungalow had been, but
+	it was not there now. Mother Goose flew down
+	with her gander after Uncle Wiggily. They
+	saw a pile of blackened and smoking wood, and
+	near it stood Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the
+	muskrat lady, and many other animals who lived
+	in Woodland with Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I am so sorry!&#8221; cried Nurse Jane. &#8220;It
+	is my fault. I was baking a pudding in the oven,
+	Uncle Wiggily. I left it a minute while I ran
+	over to the pen of Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck
+	lady, to ask her about making a new kind of carrot
+	sauce for the pudding, and when I came
+	home the pudding had burned, and the bungalow
+	was on fire.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page17" title="17"></a>&#8220;Never mind,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily, kindly,
+	&#8220;as long as you were not burned yourself, Nurse
+	Jane.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But where will you sleep to-night?&#8221; asked
+	the muskrat lady, sorrowfully.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh,&#8221; began Uncle Wiggily, &#8220;I guess I
+	<span class="keep_together">can&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Come stay with us!&#8221; cried Sammie and
+	Susie Littletail, the rabbit children.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Or with us!&#8221; invited Johnnie and Billie
+	Bushytail, the squirrels.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And why not with us?&#8221; asked Nannie and
+	Billie Wagtail, the goat children.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;We&#8217;d ask you to come with us,&#8221; said Jollie
+	and Jillie Longtail, the mouse children, &#8220;only
+	our house is so small.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Many of Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s friends, who had
+	hurried up to see the hollow-stump bungalow
+	burn, while he was at the store, now, in turn, invited
+	him to stay with them.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I, myself, have asked him to come with me,&#8221;
+	said Mother Goose, &#8220;or with any of my friends.
+	We all would be glad to have him.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It is very kind of you,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;And this is what I will do, until I can
+	build me a new bungalow. I will take turns
+	staying at your different hollow-tree homes, your
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page18" title="18"></a>nests or your burrows underground. And I will
+	come and visit you also, Mother Goose, and all
+	of your friends; at least such of them as have
+	room for me.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, that is what I&#8217;ll do. I&#8217;ll visit around
+	now that my hollow-stump home is burned. I
+	thank you all. Come, Nurse Jane, we will pay
+	our first visit to Sammie and Susie Littletail, the
+	rabbits.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And while the other animals hopped, skipped
+	or flew away through the woods, and as Mother
+	Goose sailed off on the back of her gander, to
+	sweep more cobwebs out of the sky, Uncle Wiggily
+	and Nurse Jane went to the Littletail burrow,
+	or underground house.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Good-bye, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; called Mother
+	Goose. &#8220;I&#8217;ll see you again, soon, sometime.
+	And if ever you meet with any of my friends,
+	Little Jack Horner, Bo Peep, or the three little
+	pigs, about whom you may have read in my
+	book, be kind to them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; promised Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>And he did, as you may read in the next chapter,
+	when, if the sugar spoon doesn&#8217;t tickle the
+	carving knife and make it dance on the bread
+	board, the story will be about Uncle Wiggily
+	and the first little pig.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_2" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page19" title="19"></a>CHAPTER II<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FIRST PIG</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily Longears</span>, the nice old gentleman
+	rabbit, came out of the underground
+	burrow house of the Littletail family, where he
+	was visiting a while with the bunny children,
+	Sammie and Susie, because his own hollow-stump
+	bungalow had burned down.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Where are you going, Uncle Wiggily?&#8221;
+	asked Sammie Littletail, the rabbit boy, as he
+	strapped his cabbage leaf books together, ready
+	to go to school.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I am just going for a little walk,&#8221; answered
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, asked
+	me to get her some court plaster from the five
+	and six cent store, and on my way there I may
+	have an adventure. Who knows?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;We are going to school,&#8221; said Susie. &#8220;Will
+	you walk part of the way with us, Uncle Wiggily?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page20" title="20"></a>&#8220;To be sure I will!&#8221; crowed the old gentleman
+	rabbit, making believe he was Mr. Cock
+	A. Doodle, the rooster.</p>
+
+	<p>So Uncle Wiggily, with Sammie and Susie,
+	started off across the snow-covered fields and
+	through the woods. Pretty soon they came to
+	the path the rabbit children must take to go to
+	the hollow-stump school, where the lady mouse
+	teacher would hear their carrot and turnip
+	gnawing lessons.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Good-by, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; called Sammie
+	and Susie. &#8220;We hope you have a nice adventure,&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Good-by. Thank you, I hope I do,&#8221; he answered.</p>
+
+	<p>Then the rabbit gentleman walked on, while
+	Sammie and Susie hurried to school, and pretty
+	soon Mr. Longears heard a queer grunting noise
+	behind some bushes near him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!&#8221; came the sound.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hello! Who is there?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, if you please, I am here, and I am the
+	first little pig,&#8221; came the answer, and out from
+	behind the bush stepped a cute little piggie boy,
+	with a bundle of straw under his paw.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;So you are the first little pig, eh?&#8221; asked
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page21" title="21"></a>Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;How many of you are there
+	altogether?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Three, if you please,&#8221; grunted the first little
+	pig. &#8220;I have two brothers, and they are the
+	second and third little pigs. Don&#8217;t you remember
+	reading about us in the Mother Goose
+	book?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, of course I do!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily,
+	twinkling his nose. &#8220;And so you are the first
+	little pig. But what are you going to do with
+	that bundle of straw?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m going to build me a house, Uncle Wiggily,
+	of course,&#8221; grunted the piggie boy.
+	&#8220;Don&#8217;t you remember what it says in the book?
+	&#8216;Once upon a time there were three little pigs,
+	named Grunter, Squeaker and Twisty-Tail.&#8217;
+	Well, I&#8217;m Grunter, and I met a man with a load
+	of straw, and I asked him for a bundle to make
+	me a house. He very kindly gave it to me, and
+	now, I&#8217;m off to build it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;May I come?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I&#8217;ll
+	help you put up your house.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Of course you may come&#8212;glad to have
+	you,&#8221; answered the first little pig. &#8220;Only you
+	know what happens to me; don&#8217;t you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No! What?&#8221; asked the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;I guess I have forgotten the story.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page22" title="22"></a>&#8220;Well, after I build my house of straw, just
+	as it says in the Mother Goose story book, along
+	comes a bad old wolf, and he blows it down,&#8221;
+	said the first little pig.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, how dreadful!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily,
+	&#8220;but maybe he won&#8217;t come to-day.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, he will,&#8221; said the first little pig.
+	&#8220;It&#8217;s that way in the book, and the wolf has to
+	come.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, if he does,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	&#8220;maybe I can save you from him.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I hope you can!&#8221; grunted Grunter.
+	&#8220;It is no fun to be chased by a wolf.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the rabbit gentleman and the piggie boy
+	went on and on, until they came to the place
+	where Grunter was to build his house of straw.
+	Uncle Wiggily helped, and soon it was finished.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, it is real nice and cozy in here,&#8221; said
+	Uncle Wiggily, when he had made a big pile
+	of snow back of the straw house to keep off the
+	north wind, and had gone in with the little piggie
+	boy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, it is cozy enough,&#8221; spoke Grunter,
+	&#8220;but wait until the bad wolf comes. Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Maybe he won&#8217;t come,&#8221; said the rabbit,
+	hopeful like.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page23" title="23"></a>&#8220;Yes, he will!&#8221; cried Grunter. &#8220;Here he
+	comes now.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And, surely enough, looking out of the window,
+	the piggie boy and Uncle Wiggily saw a
+	bad wolf running over the snow toward them.
+	The wolf knocked on the door of the straw
+	house and cried:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.
+	I will not let you in!&#8221; answered Grunter,
+	just like in the book.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then I&#8217;ll puff and I&#8217;ll blow, and I&#8217;ll blow
+	your house in!&#8221; howled the wolf. Then he
+	puffed and he blew, and, all of a sudden, over
+	went the straw house. But, just as it was falling
+	down, Uncle Wiggily cried:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Quick, Grunter, come with me! I&#8217;ll dig
+	a hole for us in the pile of snow that I made back
+	of your house and in there we&#8217;ll hide where the
+	wolf can&#8217;t find us!&#8221; Then the rabbit gentleman,
+	with his strong paws, just made for digging, burrowed
+	a hole in the snow-bank, and as the straw
+	house toppled down, into this hole he crawled
+	with Grunter.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Now I&#8217;ve got you!&#8221; cried the wolf, as he
+	blew down the first little pig&#8217;s straw house. But
+	when the wolf looked he couldn&#8217;t see Grunter
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page24" title="24"></a>or Uncle Wiggily at all, because they were hiding
+	in the snow-bank.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, well!&#8221; howled the wolf. &#8220;This isn&#8217;t
+	like the book at all! Where is that little pig?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>But the wolf could not find Grunter, and soon
+	the bad creature went away, fearing to catch
+	cold in his eyes. Then Uncle Wiggily and
+	Grunter came out of the snow-bank and were
+	safe, and Uncle Wiggily took Grunter home to
+	the rabbit house to stay until Mother Goose
+	came, some time afterward, to get the first little
+	pig boy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you very much, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221;
+	said Mother Goose, &#8220;for being kind to one of
+	my friends.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pray don&#8217;t mention it. I had a fine adventure,
+	besides saving a little pig,&#8221; said the rabbit
+	gentleman. &#8220;I wonder what will happen to
+	me to-morrow?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And we shall soon see for, if the snowball
+	doesn&#8217;t wrap itself up in the parlor rug to hide
+	away from the jam tart, when it comes home
+	from the moving pictures, I&#8217;ll tell you next about
+	Uncle Wiggily and the second little pig.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_3" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page25" title="25"></a>CHAPTER III<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SECOND PIG</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">There!</span> It&#8217;s all done!&#8221; exclaimed Nurse
+	Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the nice muskrat lady
+	housekeeper, who, with Uncle Wiggily Longears,
+	the rabbit gentleman, was staying in the
+	Littletail rabbit house, since the hollow-stump
+	bungalow had burned down.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s all done?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily,
+	looking over the tops of his spectacles.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;These jam tarts I baked for Billie and Nannie
+	Wagtail, the goat children,&#8221; said Nurse Jane.
+	&#8220;Will you take them with you when you go
+	out for a walk, Uncle Wiggily, and leave them
+	at the goat house?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I most certainly will,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman,
+	very politely. &#8220;Is there anything else I can
+	do for you, Nurse Jane?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>But the muskrat lady wanted nothing more,
+	and, wrapping up the jam tarts in a napkin so
+	they would not catch cold, she gave them to Mr.
+	Longears to take to the two goat children.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page26" title="26"></a>Uncle Wiggily was walking along, wondering
+	what sort of an adventure he would have that
+	day, or whether he would meet Mother Goose
+	again, when all at once he heard a voice speaking
+	from behind some bushes.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I think I will build my house here,&#8221; the
+	voice said. &#8220;The wolf is sure to find me anyhow,
+	and I might as well have it over with. I&#8217;ll
+	make my house here.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily looked over the bushes, and
+	there he saw a funny little animal boy, with some
+	pieces of wood on his shoulder.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hello!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily, making his
+	nose twinkle in a most jilly-jolly way. &#8220;Who
+	are you, and what are you going to do?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I am Squeaker, the second little pig,
+	and I am going to make a house of wood,&#8221; was
+	the answer. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you remember how it reads
+	in the Mother Goose book? &#8216;Once upon a time
+	there were three little pigs, named Grunter,
+	Squeaker <span class="keep_together">and&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8217;&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, I remember!&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said.
+	&#8220;I met your brother Grunter yesterday, and
+	helped him build his straw house.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<div class="illo">
+		<a class="pagenum" id="page27" title="27"></a>
+		<img src="images/fig028.jpg" width="500" height="743" alt="A wolf knocks on a door, while a pig looks out of the window." />
+		<p class="caption">&#8220;Little pig! Little pig!<br />
+		Let me come in!&#8221;</p>
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page28" title="28"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That was kind of you,&#8221; spoke Squeaker. &#8220;I
+	suppose the bad old wolf got him, though. Too
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page29" title="29"></a>bad! Well, it can&#8217;t be helped, as it is that way
+	in the book.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily didn&#8217;t say anything about
+	having saved Grunter, for he wanted to surprise
+	Squeaker, so the rabbit gentleman just twinkled
+	his nose again and asked:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;May I have the pleasure of helping you
+	build your house of wood?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Indeed you may, thank you,&#8221; said Squeaker.
+	&#8220;I suppose the old wolf will be along soon, so
+	we had better hurry to get the house finished.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then the second little pig and Uncle Wiggily
+	built the wooden house. When it was almost
+	finished Uncle Wiggily went out near the back
+	door, and began piling up some cakes of ice to
+	make a sort of box.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What are you doing?&#8221; asked Squeaker.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m just making a place where I can put
+	these jam tarts I have for Nannie and Billie
+	Wagtail,&#8221; the rabbit gentleman answered. &#8220;I
+	don&#8217;t want the wolf to get them when he blows
+	down your house.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; sighed Squeaker. &#8220;I rather
+	wish, now, he didn&#8217;t have to blow over my nice
+	wooden house, and get me. But he has to, I
+	s&#8217;pose, &#8217;cause it&#8217;s in the book.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Still, Uncle Wiggily didn&#8217;t say anything, but
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page30" title="30"></a>he just sort of blinked his eyes and twinkled his
+	pink nose, until, all of a sudden, Squeaker looked
+	across the snowy fields, and he cried:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Here comes the bad old wolf now!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And, surely enough, along came the growling,
+	howling creature. He ran up to the second
+	little pig&#8217;s wooden house, and, rapping on the
+	door with his paw, cried:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, no! By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
+	I will not let you in,&#8221; said the second little
+	pig, bravely.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then I&#8217;ll puff and I&#8217;ll blow, and I&#8217;ll puff
+	and I&#8217;ll blow, and blow your house in!&#8221; howled
+	the wolf.</p>
+
+	<p>Then he puffed out his cheeks, and he took a
+	long breath and he blew with all his might and
+	main and suddenly:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Cracko!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Down went the wooden house of the second
+	little piggie, and only that Uncle Wiggily and
+	Squeaker jumped to one side they would have
+	been squashed as flat as a pancake, or even two
+	pancakes.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Quick!&#8221; cried the rabbit gentleman in the
+	piggie boy&#8217;s ear. &#8220;This way! Come with me!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Where are we going?&#8221; asked Squeaker, as
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page31" title="31"></a>he followed the rabbit gentleman over the
+	cracked and broken boards, which were all that
+	was left of the house.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;We are going to the little cabin that I made
+	out of cakes of ice, behind your wooden house,&#8221;
+	said Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I put the jam tarts in it,
+	but there is also room for us, and we can hide
+	there until the bad wolf goes off.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, that isn&#8217;t the way it is in the book,&#8221; said
+	the second little pig. <span class="keep_together">&#8220;But&#8212;&#8212;&#8221;</span></p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No matter!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Hurry!&#8221; So he and Squeaker hid in the ice
+	cabin back of the blown-down house, and when
+	the bad wolf came poking along among the
+	broken boards, to get the little pig, he couldn&#8217;t
+	find him. For Uncle Wiggily had closed the
+	door of the ice place, and as it was partly covered
+	with snow the wolf could not see through.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; howled the wolf. &#8220;That&#8217;s twice
+	I&#8217;ve been fooled by those pigs! It isn&#8217;t like the
+	book at all. I wonder where he can have
+	gone?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>But he could not find Squeaker or Uncle Wiggily
+	either, and finally the wolf&#8217;s nose became so
+	cold from sniffing the ice that he had to go home
+	to warm it, and so Uncle Wiggily and Squeaker
+	were safe.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page32" title="32"></a>&#8220;Oh, I don&#8217;t know how to thank you,&#8221; said
+	the second little piggie boy as the rabbit gentleman
+	took him home to Mother Goose, after having
+	left the jam tarts at the home of the Wagtail
+	goats.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pray do not mention it,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily,
+	modest like, and shy. &#8220;It was just an adventure
+	for me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>He had another adventure the following day,
+	Uncle Wiggily did. And if the dusting brush
+	doesn&#8217;t go swimming in the soap dish, and get
+	all lather so that it looks like a marshmallow
+	cocoanut cake, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle
+	Wiggily and the third little pig.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_4" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page33" title="33"></a>CHAPTER IV<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE THIRD PIG</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily Longears</span> sat in the burrow,
+	or house under the ground, where he and Nurse
+	Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, lived with
+	the Littletail family of rabbits since the hollow-stump
+	bungalow had burned.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; sounded a grunting, woofing
+	sort of voice over near one window.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; squealed another voice from under
+	the table.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, well! What is the matter with you
+	two piggie boys?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily, as he
+	took down from the sideboard his red, white and
+	blue barber-pole striped rheumatism crutch that
+	Nurse Jane had gnawed for him out of a cornstalk.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s the trouble, Grunter and Squeaker?&#8221;
+	asked the rabbit gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;We are lonesome for our brother,&#8221; said the
+	two little piggie boys No. 1 and No. 2. &#8220;We
+	want to see Twisty-Tail.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page34" title="34"></a>For the first and second little pigs, after having
+	been saved by Uncle Wiggily, and taken
+	home to Mother Goose, had come back to pay a
+	visit to the bunny gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, perhaps I may meet Twisty-Tail when
+	I go walking to-day,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;If I do I&#8217;ll bring him home with me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, goodie!&#8221; cried Grunter and Squeaker.
+	For they were the first and second little pigs, you
+	see. Uncle Wiggily had saved Grunter from
+	the bad wolf when the growling creature blew
+	down Grunter&#8217;s straw house. And, in almost
+	the same way, the bunny uncle had saved
+	Squeaker, when his wooden house was blown
+	over by the wolf. But Twisty-Tail, the third
+	little pig, Uncle Wiggily had not yet helped.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll look for Twisty-Tail to-day,&#8221; said the
+	rabbit gentleman as he started off for his adventure
+	walk, which he took every afternoon and
+	morning.</p>
+
+	<p>On and on went Uncle Wiggily Longears
+	over the snow-covered fields and through the
+	wood, until just as he was turning around the
+	corner near an old red stump, the rabbit gentleman
+	heard a clinkity-clankity sort of a noise, and
+	the sound of whistling.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! Some one is happy!&#8221; thought the
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page35" title="35"></a>bunny uncle. &#8220;That&#8217;s a good sign&#8212;whistling.
+	I wonder who it is?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>He looked around the stump corner and he
+	saw a little animal chap, with blue rompers on,
+	and a fur cap stuck back of his left ear, and this
+	little animal chap was whistling away as merrily
+	as a butterfly eating butterscotch candy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, that must be the third little pig!&#8221; exclaimed
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Hello!&#8221; called the
+	rabbit gentleman. &#8220;Are you Twisty-Tail?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s my name,&#8221; answered the little pig,
+	&#8220;and, as you see, I am building my house of
+	bricks, just as it tells about in the Mother Goose
+	book.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And, surely enough, Twisty-Tail was building
+	a little house of red bricks, and it was the tap-tap-tapping
+	of his trowel, or mortar-shovel, that
+	made the clinkity-clankity noise.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Do you know me, Uncle Wiggily?&#8221; asked
+	the piggie boy. &#8220;You see I am in a book.
+	&#8216;Once upon a time there were three little pigs,
+	<span class="keep_together">and&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8217;&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I know all about you,&#8221; interrupted Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;I have met Mother Goose, and also
+	your two brothers.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;They didn&#8217;t know how to build the right
+	kind of houses, and so the wolf got them,&#8221; said
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page36" title="36"></a>Twisty-Tail. &#8220;I am sorry, but it had to happen
+	that way, just as it is in the book.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily smiled, but said nothing.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I met a man with a load of bricks, and I
+	begged some of them to build my house,&#8221; said
+	Twisty-Tail. &#8220;No wolf can get me. No,
+	sir-ee! I&#8217;ll build my house very strong, not weak
+	like my brothers&#8217;. No, indeed!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll help you build your house,&#8221; offered
+	Uncle Wiggily, kindly, and just as he and
+	Twisty-Tail finished the brick house and put
+	on the roof it began to rain and freeze.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;We are through just in time,&#8221; said Twisty-Tail,
+	as he and the rabbit gentleman hurried inside.
+	&#8220;I don&#8217;t believe the wolf will come out in
+	such weather.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>But just as he said that and looked from the
+	window, the little piggie boy gave a cry, and
+	said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, here comes the bad animal now! But
+	he can&#8217;t get in my house, or blow it over, &#8217;cause
+	the book says he didn&#8217;t.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>The wolf came up through the freezing rain
+	and knocking on the third piggie boy&#8217;s brick
+	house, said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin,
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page37" title="37"></a>I will not let you in!&#8221; grunted Twisty-Tail.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then I&#8217;ll puff and I&#8217;ll blow, and I&#8217;ll blow
+	your house in!&#8221; howled the wolf.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You can&#8217;t! The book says so!&#8221; laughed the
+	little pig. &#8220;My house is a strong, brick one.
+	You can&#8217;t get me!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Just you wait!&#8221; growled the wolf. So he
+	puffed out his cheeks, and he blew and he blew,
+	but he could not blow down the brick house, because
+	it was so strong.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I&#8217;m in no hurry,&#8221; the wolf said. &#8220;I&#8217;ll
+	sit down and wait for you to come out.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the wolf sat down on his tail to wait outside
+	the brick house. After a while Twisty-Tail began
+	to get hungry.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Did you bring anything to eat, Uncle Wiggily?&#8221;
+	he asked.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, I didn&#8217;t,&#8221; answered the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;But if the old wolf would go away I&#8217;d
+	take you where your two brothers are visiting
+	with me in the Littletail family rabbit house and
+	you could have all you want to eat.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Rut the wolf would not go away, even when
+	Uncle Wiggily asked him to, most politely, making
+	a bow and twinkling his nose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m going to stay here all night,&#8221; the wolf
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page38" title="38"></a>growled. &#8220;I am not going away. I am going
+	to get that third little pig!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Are you? Well, we&#8217;ll see about that!&#8221; cried
+	the rabbit gentleman. Then he took a rib out of
+	his umbrella, and with a piece of his shoe lace
+	(that he didn&#8217;t need) for a string he made a bow
+	like the Indians used to have.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;If I only had an arrow now I could shoot it
+	from my umbrella-bow, hit the wolf on the nose
+	and make him go away,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	Then he looked out of the window and saw
+	where the rain, dripping from the roof, had
+	frozen into long, sharp icicles.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;An icicle
+	will make the best kind of an arrow! Now I&#8217;ll
+	shoot the wolf, not hard enough to hurt him, but
+	just hard enough to make him run away.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Reaching out the window Uncle Wiggily
+	broke off a sharp icicle. He put this ice arrow
+	in his bow and, pulling back the shoe string,
+	&#8220;twang!&#8221; he shot the wolf on the nose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, wow! Oh, double-wow! Oh, custard
+	cake!&#8221; howled the wolf. &#8220;This isn&#8217;t in the
+	Mother Goose book at all. Not a single pig did
+	I get! Oh, my nose! Ouch!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then he ran away, and Uncle Wiggily and
+	Twisty-Tail could come safely out of the brick
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page39" title="39"></a>house, which they did, hurrying home to the
+	bunny house where Grunter and Squeaker were,
+	to get something to eat. So everything came out
+	right, you see, and Uncle Wiggily saved the
+	three little pigs, one after the other.</p>
+
+	<p>And if the canary bird doesn&#8217;t go swimming
+	in the rice pudding, and eat out all the raisin
+	seeds, so none is left for the parrot, I&#8217;ll tell you
+	next of Uncle Wiggily and Little Boy Blue.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_5" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page40" title="40"></a>CHAPTER V<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND LITTLE BOY BLUE</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily</span>, are you very busy to-day?&#8221;
+	asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
+	lady housekeeper, who, with the old rabbit gentleman,
+	was on a visit to the Bushytail family of
+	squirrels in their hollow-tree home.</p>
+
+	<p>After staying a while with the Littletail rabbits,
+	when his hollow-stump bungalow had
+	burned down, the bunny uncle went to visit
+	Johnnie and Billie Bushytail.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Are you very busy, Uncle Wiggily?&#8221; asked
+	the muskrat lady.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, no, Nurse Jane, not so very,&#8221; answered
+	the bunny uncle. &#8220;Is there something
+	you would like me to do for you?&#8221; he asked,
+	with a polite bow.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, Mrs. Bushytail and I have just baked
+	some pies,&#8221; said the muskrat lady, &#8220;and we
+	thought perhaps you might like to take one to
+	your friend, Grandfather Goosey Gander.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<div class="illo">
+		<a class="pagenum" id="page41" title="41"></a>
+		<img src="images/fig042.jpg" width="500" height="735" alt="Uncle Wiggily blows on a horn. A boy watches." />
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page42" title="42"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+	</div>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page43" title="43"></a>&#8220;Fine!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily, making his
+	nose twinkle like a star on a Christmas tree
+	in the dark. &#8220;Grandpa Goosey will be glad
+	to get a pie. I&#8217;ll take him one.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;We have it all ready for you,&#8221; said Mrs.
+	Bushytail, the squirrel mother of Johnnie and
+	Billie, as she came in the sitting-room. &#8220;It&#8217;s a
+	nice hot pie, and it will keep your paws warm,
+	Uncle Wiggily, as you go over the ice and snow
+	through the woods and across the fields.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Fine!&#8221; cried the bunny uncle again. &#8220;I&#8217;ll
+	get ready and go at once.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily put on his warm fur coat, fastened
+	his tall silk hat on his head, with his ears
+	sticking up through holes cut in the brim, so it
+	would not blow off, and then, taking his red,
+	white and blue striped rheumatism crutch, that
+	Nurse Jane had gnawed for him out of a cornstalk,
+	away he started. He carried the hot apple
+	pie in a basket over his paw.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Grandpa Goosey will surely like this pie,&#8221;
+	said Uncle Wiggily to himself, as he lifted the
+	napkin that was over it to take a little sniff. &#8220;It
+	makes me hungry myself. And how nice and
+	warm it is,&#8221; he went on, as he put one cold paw
+	in the basket to warm it; warm his paw I mean,
+	not the basket.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page44" title="44"></a>Over the fields and through the woods hopped
+	the bunny uncle. It began to snow a little, but
+	Uncle Wiggily did not mind that, for he was
+	well wrapped up.</p>
+
+	<p>When he was about halfway to Grandpa
+	Goosey&#8217;s house Uncle Wiggily heard, from behind
+	a pile of snow, a sad sort of crying voice.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hello!&#8221; exclaimed the bunny uncle, &#8220;that
+	sounds like some one in trouble. I must see if
+	I can help them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily looked over the top of the pile
+	of snow, and, sitting on the ground, in front of
+	a big icicle, was a boy all dressed in blue. Even
+	his eyes were blue, but you could not very well
+	see them, as they were filled with tears.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! Oh, dear!&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	kindly. &#8220;This is quite too bad! What is the
+	matter, little fellow; and who are you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am Little Boy Blue, from the home of
+	Mother Goose,&#8221; was the answer, &#8220;and the matter
+	is that it&#8217;s lost!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What is lost?&#8221; asked Uncle. &#8220;If it&#8217;s a
+	penny I will help you find it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It isn&#8217;t a penny,&#8221; answered Boy Blue. &#8220;It&#8217;s
+	the hay stack which I have to sleep under. I
+	can&#8217;t find it, and I must see where it is or else
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page45" title="45"></a>things won&#8217;t be as they are in the Mother Goose
+	book. Don&#8217;t you know what it says?&#8221;
+	And he sang:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+        <p>&#8220;Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,</p>
+        <p>There are sheep in the meadow and cows in the corn.</p>
+        <p>Where&#8217;s Little Boy Blue, who looks after the sheep?</p>
+        <p>Why he&#8217;s under the hay stack, fast asleep.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Only I can&#8217;t go to sleep under the hay stack,
+	Uncle Wiggily, because I can&#8217;t find it. And, oh,
+	dear! I don&#8217;t know what to do!&#8221; and Little Boy
+	Blue cried harder than ever, so that some of his
+	tears froze into little round marbles of ice, like
+	hail stones.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;There, there, now!&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	kindly. &#8220;Of course you can&#8217;t find a hay stack
+	in the winter. They are all covered with snow.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Are they?&#8221; asked Boy Blue, real surprised
+	like.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Of course, they are!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily,
+	in his most jolly voice. &#8220;Besides, you wouldn&#8217;t
+	want to sleep under a hay stack, even if there was
+	one here, in the winter. You would catch cold
+	and have the sniffle-snuffles.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page46" title="46"></a>&#8220;That&#8217;s so, I might,&#8221; Boy Blue said, and he
+	did not cry so hard now. &#8220;But that isn&#8217;t all,
+	Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; he went on, nodding at the
+	rabbit gentleman. &#8220;It isn&#8217;t all my trouble.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What else is the matter?&#8221; asked the bunny
+	uncle.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s my horn,&#8221; spoke the little boy who
+	looked after the cows and sheep. &#8220;I can&#8217;t make
+	any music tunes on my horn. And I really have
+	to blow my horn, you know, for it says in the
+	Mother Goose book that I must. See, I can&#8217;t
+	blow it a bit.&#8221; And Boy Blue put his horn to his
+	lips, puffed out his cheeks and blew as hard as
+	he could, but no sound came out.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Let me try,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily. The rabbit
+	gentleman took the horn and he, also, tried to
+	blow. He blew so hard he almost blew off his
+	tall silk hat, but no sound came from the horn.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ah, I see what the trouble is!&#8221; cried the
+	bunny uncle with a jolly laugh, looking down
+	inside the &#8220;toot-tooter.&#8221; &#8220;It is so cold that the
+	tunes are all frozen solid in your horn. But I
+	have a hot apple pie here in my basket that I was
+	taking to Grandpa Goosey Gander. I&#8217;ll hold
+	the cold horn on the hot pie and the tunes will
+	thaw out.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, have you a pie in there?&#8221; asked Little
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page47" title="47"></a>Boy Blue. &#8220;Is it the Christmas pie into which
+	Little Jack Horner put in his thumb and pulled
+	out a plum?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Not quite, but nearly the same,&#8221; laughed
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Now to thaw out the frozen
+	horn.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>The bunny uncle put Little Boy Blue&#8217;s horn
+	in the basket with the hot apple pie. Soon the
+	ice was melted out of the horn, and Uncle Wiggily
+	could blow on it, and play tunes, and so
+	could Boy Blue. Tootity-toot-toot tunes they
+	both played.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Now you are all right!&#8221; cried the bunny
+	uncle. &#8220;Come along with me and you may
+	have a piece of this pie for yourself. And you
+	may stay with Grandpa Goosey Gander until
+	summer comes, and then blow your horn for the
+	sheep in the meadow and the cows in the corn.
+	There is no need, now, for you to stay out in the
+	cold and look for a haystack under which to
+	sleep.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, I guess not,&#8221; said Boy Blue. &#8220;I&#8217;ll come
+	with you, Uncle Wiggily. And thank you, so
+	much, for helping me. I don&#8217;t know what
+	would have happened only for you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pray do not mention it,&#8221; politely said Uncle
+	Wiggily with a laugh. Then he and little Boy
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page48" title="48"></a>Blue hurried on through the snow, and soon they
+	were at Grandpa Goosey&#8217;s house with the warm
+	apple pie, and oh! how good it tasted! Oh,
+	yum-yum!</p>
+
+	<p>And if the church steeple doesn&#8217;t drop the
+	ding-dong bell down in the pulpit and scare the
+	organ, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily
+	and Higgledee Piggledee.</p>
+
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_6" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page49" title="49"></a>CHAPTER VI<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND HIGGLEDEE PIGGLEDEE</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">One</span> day Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice
+	old gentleman rabbit, was sitting in an easy chair
+	in the hollow-stump house of the Bushytail
+	squirrel family, where he was paying a visit to
+	Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the two squirrel
+	boys.</p>
+
+	<p>There came a knock on the door, but the
+	bunny uncle did not pay much attention to it,
+	as he was sort of taking a little sleep after his
+	dinner of cabbage soup with carrot ice cream
+	on top.</p>
+
+	<p>Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady
+	housekeeper, went out in the hall, and when she
+	came back, with her tail all tied up in a pink ribbon,
+	(for she was sweeping) she said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Uncle Wiggily, a friend of yours has come
+	to see you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;A friend of mine!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily,
+	awakening so suddenly that his nose stopped
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page50" title="50"></a>twinkling. &#8220;I hope it isn&#8217;t the bad old fox from
+	the Orange Mountains.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; answered Nurse Jane with a smile,
+	&#8220;it is a lady.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;A lady?&#8221; exclaimed the old rabbit gentleman,
+	getting up quickly, and looking in the
+	glass to see that his ears were not criss-crossed.
+	&#8220;Who can it be?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It is Mother Goose,&#8221; went on Nurse Jane.
+	&#8220;She says you were so kind as to help Little Boy
+	Blue the other day, when his horn was frozen,
+	and you thawed it on the warm pie, that perhaps
+	you will now help her. She is in trouble.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;In trouble, eh?&#8221; exclaimed Uncle Wiggily,
+	sort of smoothing down his vest, fastidious like
+	and stylish. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t know she blew a horn.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;She doesn&#8217;t,&#8221; said Nurse Jane. &#8220;But I&#8217;ll
+	bring her in and she can tell you, herself, what
+	she wants.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; cried Mother Goose,
+	as she set her broom down in one corner, for she
+	never went out unless she carried it with her.
+	She said she never could tell when she might
+	have to sweep the cobwebs out of the sky. &#8220;Oh,
+	Uncle Wiggily, I am in such a lot of trouble!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I will be very glad to help you if I
+	can,&#8221; said the bunny uncle. &#8220;What is it?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page51" title="51"></a>&#8220;It&#8217;s about Higgledee Piggledee,&#8221; answered
+	Mother Goose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Higgledee Piggledee!&#8221; exclaimed Uncle
+	Wiggily, &#8220;why that sounds <span class="keep_together">like&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;She&#8217;s my black hen,&#8221; went on Mother Goose.
+	&#8220;You know how the verse goes in the book
+	about me and my friends.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And, taking off her tall peaked hat, which she
+	wore when she rode on the back of the old gander,
+	Mother Goose sang:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;Higgledee Piggledee, my black hen,</p>
+		<p>She lays eggs for gentlemen.</p>
+		<p>Sometimes nine and sometimes ten.</p>
+		<p>Higgledee Piggledee, my black hen.</p>
+		<p>Gentlemen come every day,</p>
+		<p>To see what my black hen doth lay.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well,&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily, &#8220;what is the
+	trouble? Has Higgledee Piggledee stopped
+	laying? If she has I am afraid I can&#8217;t help you,
+	for hens don&#8217;t lay many eggs in winter, you
+	know.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, it isn&#8217;t that!&#8221; said Mother Goose,
+	quickly. &#8220;Higgledee Piggledee lays as many
+	eggs as ever for gentlemen&#8212;sometimes nine and
+	sometimes ten. But the trouble is the gentlemen
+	don&#8217;t get them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page52" title="52"></a>&#8220;Don&#8217;t they come for them?&#8221; asked Uncle
+	Wiggily, sort of puzzled like and wondering.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, they come every day,&#8221; said Mother
+	Goose, &#8220;but there are no eggs for them. Some
+	one else is getting the eggs Higgledee Piggledee
+	lays.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Do you s&#8217;pose she eats them herself?&#8221; asked
+	the old rabbit gentleman, in a whisper. &#8220;Hens
+	sometimes do, you know.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Not Higgledee Piggledee,&#8221; quickly spoke
+	Mother Goose. &#8220;She is too good to do that.
+	She and I are both worried about the missing
+	eggs, and as you have been so kind I thought
+	perhaps you could help us.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll try,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then come right along to Higgledee Piggledee&#8217;s
+	coop,&#8221; invited Mother Goose. &#8220;Maybe
+	you can find out where her eggs go to. She lays
+	them in her nest, comes off, once in a while, to
+	get something to eat, but when she goes back to
+	lay more eggs the first ones are gone.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily twinkled his nose, tied his ears
+	in a hard knot, as he always did when he was
+	thinking, and then, putting on his fur coat and
+	taking his rheumatism crutch with him, he went
+	out with Mother Goose.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily rode in his airship, made of
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page53" title="53"></a>a clothes-basket, with toy circus balloons on top,
+	and Mother Goose rode on the back of a big
+	gander, who was a brother to Grandfather
+	Goosey Gander. Soon they were at the hen coop
+	where Higgledee Piggledee lived.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily, I am so glad you
+	came!&#8221; cackled the black hen. &#8220;Did Mother
+	Goose tell you about the egg trouble?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;She did, Higgledee Piggledee, and I will
+	see if I can stop it. Now, you go on the nest and
+	lay some eggs and then we will see what happens,&#8221;
+	spoke Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>So Higgledee Piggledee, the black hen, laid
+	some eggs for gentlemen, and then she went out
+	in the yard to get some corn to eat, just as she
+	always did. And, while she was gone, Uncle
+	Wiggily hid himself in some straw in the hen
+	coop. Pretty soon the old gentleman heard a
+	gnawing, rustling sound and up out of a hole in
+	the ground popped two big rats, with red eyes.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Did Higgledee Piggledee lay any eggs today?&#8221;
+	asked one rat, in a whisper.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; spoke the other, &#8220;she did.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then we will take them,&#8221; said the first rat.
+	&#8220;Hurray! More eggs for us! No gentlemen
+	will get these eggs because we&#8217;ll take them ourselves.
+	Hurray!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page54" title="54"></a>He got down on his back, with his paws sticking
+	up in the air. Then the other rat rolled one
+	of the black hen&#8217;s eggs over so the first rat could
+	hold it in among his four legs. Next, the second
+	rat took hold of the first rat&#8217;s tail and began pulling
+	him along, egg and all, just as if he were a
+	sled on a slippery hill, the rat sliding on his back
+	over the smooth straw. And the eggs rode on
+	the rat-sled as nicely as you please.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily, jumping suddenly
+	out of his hiding-place. &#8220;So this is where
+	Higgledee Piggledee&#8217;s eggs have been going,
+	eh? You rats have been taking them. Scatt!
+	Shoo! Boo! Skedaddle! Scoot!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And the rats were so scared that they skedaddled
+	away and shooed themselves and did everything
+	else Mr. Longears told them to do, and
+	they took no eggs that day. Then Uncle Wiggily
+	showed Mother Goose the rat hole, and it
+	was stopped up with stones so the rats could not
+	come in the coop again. And ever after that
+	Higgledee Piggledee, the black hen, could lay
+	eggs for gentlemen, sometimes nine and sometimes
+	ten, and there was no more trouble as there
+	had been before Uncle Wiggily caught the rats
+	and made them skedaddle.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page55" title="55"></a>So Mother Goose and the black hen thanked
+	Uncle Wiggily very much. And if the stylish
+	lady who lives next door doesn&#8217;t take our feather
+	bed to wear on her hat when she goes to the moving
+	pictures, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily
+	and Little Bo Peep.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_7" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page56" title="56"></a>CHAPTER VII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND LITTLE BO PEEP</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">What</span> are you going to do, Nurse Jane?&#8221;
+	asked Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman,
+	as he saw the muskrat lady housekeeper
+	going out in the kitchen one morning, with an
+	apron on, and a dab of white flour on the end of
+	her nose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am going to make a chocolate cake with
+	carrot icing on top,&#8221; replied Miss Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, good!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily, and almost
+	before he knew it he started to clap his
+	paws, just as Sammie and Susie Littletail, the
+	rabbit children, might have done, and as they
+	often did do when they were pleased about anything.
+	&#8220;I just love chocolate cake!&#8221; cried the
+	bunny uncle, who was almost like a boy-bunny
+	himself.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Do you?&#8221; asked Nurse Jane. &#8220;Then I am
+	glad I am going to make one,&#8221; and, going into
+	the kitchen of the hollow-stump bungalow, she
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page57" title="57"></a>began rattling away among the pots, pans and
+	kettles.</p>
+
+	<p>For now Nurse Jane and Uncle Wiggily were
+	living together once more in their own hollow-stump
+	bungalow. It had burned down, you remember,
+	but Uncle Wiggily had had it built up
+	again, and now he did not have to visit around
+	among his animal friends, though he still called
+	on them every now and then.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; suddenly cried Nurse Jane from
+	the kitchen. &#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What is the matter, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy?&#8221;
+	asked the bunny uncle. &#8220;Did you drop a pan
+	on your paw?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; answered the muskrat
+	lady. &#8220;It is worse than that. I can&#8217;t make the
+	chocolate cake after all, I am sorry to say.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! That is too bad! Why not?&#8221;
+	asked the bunny uncle, in a sad and sorrowful
+	voice.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Because there is no chocolate,&#8221; went on
+	Nurse Jane. &#8220;Since we came to our new hollow-stump
+	bungalow I have not made any cakes,
+	and to-day I forgot to order the chocolate from
+	the store for this one.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Never mind,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily, kindly.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;ll go to the store and get the chocolate for
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page58" title="58"></a>you. In fact, I would go to two stores and part
+	of another one for the sake of having a chocolate
+	cake.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;All right,&#8221; spoke Nurse Jane. &#8220;If you get
+	me the chocolate I&#8217;ll make one.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Putting on his overcoat, with his tall silk hat
+	tied down over his ears so they would not blow
+	away&#8212;I mean so his hat would not blow off&#8212;and
+	with his rheumatism crutch under his paw,
+	off started the old gentleman rabbit, across the
+	fields and through the woods to the chocolate
+	store.</p>
+
+	<p>After buying what he wanted for Nurse Jane&#8217;s
+	cake, the old gentleman rabbit started back for
+	the hollow-stump bungalow. On the way, he
+	passed a toy store, and he stopped to look in the
+	window at the pop-guns, the spinning-tops, the
+	dolls, the Noah&#8217;s Arks, with the animals marching
+	out of them, and all things like that.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It makes me young again to look at toys,&#8221;
+	said the bunny uncle. Then he went on a little
+	farther until, all at once, as he was passing a
+	bush, he heard from behind it the sound of crying.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! Some one in trouble again,&#8221; said
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I wonder if it can be Little
+	Boy Blue?&#8221; He looked, but, instead of seeing
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page59" title="59"></a>the sheep-boy, whom he had once helped, Uncle
+	Wiggily saw a little girl.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! Who are you?&#8221; the bunny uncle
+	asked, &#8220;and what is the matter?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am Little Bo Peep,&#8221; was the answer, &#8220;and
+	I have lost my sheep, and don&#8217;t know where to
+	find them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, let them alone, and they&#8217;ll come home,
+	wagging their tails behind them,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily quickly, and he laughed jolly like and
+	happy, because he had made a rhyme to go with
+	what Bo Peep said.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I know that&#8217;s the way it is in the Mother
+	Goose book,&#8221; said Little Bo Peep, &#8220;but I&#8217;ve
+	waited and waited, and let them alone ever so
+	long, but they haven&#8217;t come home. And now
+	I&#8217;m afraid they&#8217;ll freeze.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! That&#8217;s so. It <i>is</i> pretty cold for sheep
+	to be out,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily, as he looked
+	across the snow-covered field, and toward the
+	woods where there were icicles hanging down
+	from the trees.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Look here, Little Bo Peep,&#8221; went on the
+	bunny uncle. &#8220;I think your sheep must have
+	gone home long ago, wagging their tails behind
+	them. And you, too, had better run home to
+	Mother Goose. Tell her you met me and that
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page60" title="60"></a>I sent you home. And, if I find your sheep, I&#8217;ll
+	send them along, too. So don&#8217;t worry.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, but I don&#8217;t like to go home without my
+	sheep,&#8221; said Bo Peep, and tears came into her
+	eyes. &#8220;I ought to bring them with me. But today
+	I went skating on Crystal Lake, up in the
+	Lemon-Orange Mountains, and I forgot all
+	about my sheep. Now I am afraid to go home
+	without them. Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute, then he
+	said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! I have it! I know where I can get
+	you some sheep to take home with you. Then
+	Mother Goose will say it is all right. Come
+	with me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Where are you going?&#8221; asked Bo Peep.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;To get you some sheep.&#8221; And Uncle Wiggily
+	led the little shepardess girl back to the toy
+	store, in the window of which he had stopped to
+	look a while ago.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Give Bo Peep some of your toy woolly
+	sheep, if you please,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily to the
+	toy store man. &#8220;She can take them home with
+	her, while her own sheep are safe in some warm
+	place, I&#8217;m sure. But now she must have some
+	sort of sheep to take home with her in place of
+	the lost ones, so it will come out all right, as it is
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page61" title="61"></a>in the book. And these toy woolly sheep will
+	do as well as any; won&#8217;t they, Little Bo Peep?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, they will; thank you very much,
+	Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; answered Bo Peep, making a
+	pretty little bow. Then the rabbit gentleman
+	bought her ten little toy, woolly sheep, each one
+	with a tail which Bo Peep could wag for them,
+	and one toy lamb went: &#8220;Baa! Baa! Baa!&#8221; as
+	real as anything, having a little phonograph
+	talking machine inside him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Now I can go home to Mother Goose and
+	make believe these are my lost sheep,&#8221; said Bo
+	Peep, &#8220;and it will be all right.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And here is a piece of chocolate for you to
+	eat,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily. Then Bo Peep hurried
+	home with her fleecy toy sheep, and, later
+	on, she found her real ones, all nice and warm, in
+	the barn where the Cow with the Crumpled
+	Horn lived. Mother Goose laughed in her jolliest
+	way when she saw the toy sheep Uncle Wiggily
+	had bought Bo Peep.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s just like him!&#8221; said Mother Goose.</p>
+
+	<p>And if the goldfish doesn&#8217;t climb out of his
+	tank and hide in the sardine tin, where the stuffed
+	olives can&#8217;t find him, I&#8217;ll tell you next about
+	Uncle Wiggily and Tommie Tucker.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_8" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page62" title="62"></a>CHAPTER VIII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND TOMMIE TUCKER</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Oh</span>, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; called Susie Littletail,
+	the rabbit girl, one day, as she went over to
+	see her bunny uncle in his hollow-stump bungalow.
+	&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily! Isn&#8217;t it too bad?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Isn&#8217;t what too bad?&#8221; asked the old gentleman
+	rabbit, as he scratched his nose with his left
+	ear, and put his glasses in his pocket, for he was
+	tired of reading the paper, and felt like going out
+	for a walk.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Too bad about my talking and singing doll,
+	that I got for Christmas,&#8221; said Susie. &#8220;She
+	won&#8217;t sing any more. Something inside her is
+	broken.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Broken? That&#8217;s too bad!&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	kindly. &#8220;Let me see. What&#8217;s her name?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake,&#8221; answered
+	Susie.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What a funny name,&#8221; laughed the bunny
+	uncle.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily took Susie&#8217;s doll, which had
+	been given her at Christmas, and looked at it.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page63" title="63"></a>Inside the doll was a sort of phonograph, or talking
+	machine&#8212;a very small one, you know&#8212;and
+	when you pushed on a little button in back of
+	the doll&#8217;s dress she would laugh and talk. But,
+	best of all, when she was in working order, she
+	would sing a verse, which went something like
+	this:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;I hope you&#8217;ll like my little song,</p>
+		<p>I will not sing it very long.</p>
+		<p>I have two shoes upon my feet,</p>
+		<p>And when I&#8217;m hungry, then I eat.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily wound up the spring in the
+	doll&#8217;s side, and then he pressed the button&#8212;like
+	a shoe button&#8212;in her back. But this time Susie&#8217;s
+	doll did not talk, she did not laugh, and, instead
+	of singing, she only made a scratchy noise like a
+	phonograph when it doesn&#8217;t want to play, or like
+	Bully No-Tail, the frog boy, when he has a cold
+	in his head.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! This is quite too bad!&#8221; said
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Quite indeed.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Isn&#8217;t it!&#8221; exclaimed Susie. &#8220;Do you think
+	you can fix her, Uncle?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Mr. Longears turned the doll upside down
+	and shook her. Things rattled inside her, but
+	even then she did not sing.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page64" title="64"></a>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; cried Susie, her little pink nose
+	going twinkle-inkle, just as did Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s.
+	&#8220;What can we do?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You leave it to me, Susie,&#8221; spoke the old rabbit
+	gentleman. &#8220;I&#8217;ll take the doll to the toy shop,
+	where I bought Little Bo Peep&#8217;s sheep, and have
+	her mended.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, goodie!&#8221; cried Susie, clasping her
+	paws. &#8220;Now I know it will be all right,&#8221; and
+	she kissed Uncle Wiggily right between his ears.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I&#8217;m sure I <i>hope</i> it will be all right after
+	<i>that</i>,&#8221; said the bunny uncle, laughing, and feeling
+	sort of tickled inside.</p>
+
+	<p>Off hopped Uncle Wiggily to the toy shop,
+	and there he found the same monkey-doodle gentleman
+	who had sold him the toy woolly sheep
+	for Little Bo Peep.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Here is more trouble,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Can you fix Susie&#8217;s doll so she will sing, for
+	the doll is a little girl one, just like Susie, and
+	her name is Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>The monkey-doodle man in the toy store
+	looked at the doll.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I can fix her,&#8221; he said. Going in his back-room
+	workshop, where there were rocking-horses
+	that needed new legs, wooden soldiers
+	who had lost their guns, and steamboats that had
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page65" title="65"></a>forgotten their whistles, the toy man soon had
+	Susie&#8217;s doll mended again as well as ever. So
+	that she said: &#8220;Papa! Mama! I love you! I
+	am hungry!&#8221; And she laughed: &#8220;Ha! Ha!
+	Ho! Ho!&#8221; and she sang:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;I am a little dollie,</p>
+		<p>&#8217;Bout one year old.</p>
+		<p>Please take me where it&#8217;s warm, for I</p>
+		<p>Am feeling rather cold.</p>
+		<p>If you&#8217;re not in a hurry,</p>
+		<p>It won&#8217;t take me very long,</p>
+		<p>To whistle or to sing for you</p>
+		<p>My pretty little song.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hurray!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily when he
+	heard this. &#8220;Susie&#8217;s dolly is all right again.
+	Thank you, Mr. Monkey-Doodle, I&#8217;ll take her
+	to Susie.&#8221; Then Uncle Wiggily paid the toy-store
+	keeper and hurried off with Susie&#8217;s doll.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far before,
+	all at once from around the corner of a snowbank
+	he heard a sad, little voice crying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My goodness!&#8221; said the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;Some one else is in trouble. I wonder who it
+	can be this time?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page66" title="66"></a>He looked, and saw a little boy standing in
+	the snow.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hello!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly
+	voice. &#8220;Who are you, and what&#8217;s the matter?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am Little Tommie Tucker,&#8221; was the answer.
+	&#8220;And the matter is I&#8217;m hungry.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hungry, eh?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Well, why don&#8217;t you eat?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I guess you forgot about me and the Mother
+	Goose book,&#8221; spoke the boy. &#8220;I&#8217;m in that book,
+	and it says about me:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;&#8216;Little Tommie Tucker,</p>
+		<p>Must sing for his supper.</p>
+		<p>What shall he eat?</p>
+		<p>Jam and bread and butter.&#8217;&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Why
+	don&#8217;t you sing?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8212;I can&#8217;t!&#8221; answered Tommie. &#8220;That&#8217;s
+	the trouble. I have caught such a cold that I
+	can&#8217;t sing. And if I don&#8217;t sing Mother Goose
+	won&#8217;t know it is I, and she won&#8217;t give me any
+	supper. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! And I am so
+	hungry!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;There now, there! Don&#8217;t cry,&#8221; kindly said
+	the bunny uncle, patting Tommie Tucker on the
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page67" title="67"></a>head. &#8220;I&#8217;ll soon have you singing for your supper.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But how can you when I have such a cold?&#8221;
+	asked the little boy. &#8220;Listen. I am as hoarse
+	as a crow.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And, truly, he could no more sing than a
+	rusty gate, or a last year&#8217;s door-knob.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ah, I can soon fix that!&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;See, here I have Susie Littletail&#8217;s talking
+	and singing doll, which I have just had mended.
+	Now you take the doll in your pocket, go to
+	Mother Goose, and when she asks you to sing
+	for your supper, just push the button in the doll&#8217;s
+	back. Then the doll will sing and Mother Goose
+	will think it is you, and give you bread and jam.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, how fine!&#8221; cried Tommie Tucker.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;ll do it!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But afterward,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily, slowly
+	shaking his paw at Tommie, &#8220;afterward you
+	must tell Mother Goose all about the little joke
+	you played, or it would not be fair. Tell her the
+	doll sang and not you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; said Tommie. He and Uncle Wiggily
+	went to Mother Goose&#8217;s house, and when
+	Tommie had to sing for his supper the doll did
+	it for him. And when Mother Goose heard
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page68" title="68"></a>about it she said it was a fine trick, and that
+	Uncle Wiggily was very good to think of it.</p>
+
+	<p>Then the bunny uncle took Susie&#8217;s mended
+	doll to her, and the next day Tommie&#8217;s cold was
+	all better and he could sing for his supper himself,
+	just as the book tells about.</p>
+
+	<p>And if the little mouse doesn&#8217;t go to sleep in
+	the cat&#8217;s cradle and scare the milk bottle so it
+	rolls off the back stoop, I&#8217;ll tell you next about
+	Uncle Wiggily and Pussy Cat Mole.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_9" class="chapter">
+
+	<div class="illo">
+		<a class="pagenum" id="page69" title="69"></a>
+		   <img src="images/fig070.jpg" width="500" height="728" alt="Uncle Wiggily looks at a hole in a skirt held up by a sad cat." />
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page70" title="70"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+	</div>
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page71" title="71"></a>CHAPTER IX<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND PUSSY CAT MOLE</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Oh</span>, dear! I don&#8217;t believe he&#8217;s ever coming!&#8221;
+	said Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
+	lady housekeeper, as she stood at the window
+	of the hollow-stump bungalow one day, and
+	looked down through the woods.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;For whom are you looking, Nurse Jane?&#8221;
+	asked Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;If it&#8217;s for the letter-man, I think he
+	went past some time ago.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, I wasn&#8217;t looking for the letter-man,&#8221;
+	said the muskrat lady. &#8220;I am expecting a messenger-boy
+	cat to bring home my new dress from
+	the dressmaker&#8217;s, but I don&#8217;t see him.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;A new dress, eh?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Pray, what is going on?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My dress is going on me, as soon as it comes
+	home, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; the muskrat lady answered,
+	laughingly. &#8220;And then I am going
+	on over to the house of Mrs. Wibblewobble, the
+	duck lady. She and I are going to have a little
+	tea party together, if you don&#8217;t mind.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page72" title="72"></a>&#8220;Mind? Certainly not! I&#8217;m glad to have
+	you go out and enjoy yourself,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	jolly like and also laughing.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But I can&#8217;t go if my new dress doesn&#8217;t come,&#8221;
+	went on Nurse Jane. &#8220;That is, I don&#8217;t want to.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Look here!&#8221; said the bunny uncle, &#8220;I&#8217;ll
+	tell you what I&#8217;ll do, Nurse Jane, I&#8217;ll go for your
+	dress myself and bring it home. I have nothing
+	to do. I&#8217;ll go get your dress at the dressmaker&#8217;s.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Will you, really?&#8221; cried the muskrat lady.
+	&#8220;That will be fine! Then I can curl my whiskers
+	and tie a new pink bow for my tail. You
+	are very good, Uncle Wiggily.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, not at all! Not at all!&#8221; the rabbit gentleman
+	said, modest like and shy. Then he
+	hopped out of the hollow-stump bungalow and
+	across the fields and through the woods to where
+	Nurse Jane&#8217;s dressmaker made dresses.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, Nurse Jane&#8217;s dress!&#8221; exclaimed
+	Mrs. Spin-Spider, who wove silk for all the
+	dresses worn by the lady animals of Woodland.
+	&#8220;Yes, I have just finished it. I was about to call
+	a messenger-boy cat and send it home, but now
+	you are here you may take it. And here is some
+	cloth I had left over. Nurse Jane might want it
+	if ever she tears a hole in her dress.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page73" title="73"></a>Uncle Wiggily put the extra pieces of cloth
+	in his pocket, and then Mrs. Spin-Spider
+	wrapped Nurse Jane&#8217;s dress up nicely for him
+	in tissue paper, as fine as the web which she had
+	spun for the silk, and the rabbit gentleman
+	started back to the hollow-stump bungalow.</p>
+
+	<p>Mrs. Spin-Spider lived on Second Mountain,
+	and, as Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s bungalow was on First
+	Mountain, he had quite a way to go to get home.
+	And when he was about half way there he passed
+	a little house near a gray rock that looked like
+	an eagle, and in the house he heard a voice saying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! Oh, isn&#8217;t it too bad? Now I
+	can&#8217;t go!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! I wonder who that can be?&#8221; thought
+	the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;It sounds like some one
+	in trouble. I will ask if I can do anything to
+	help.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>The rabbit gentleman knocked on the door
+	of the little house, and a voice said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Come in!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily entered, and there in the
+	middle of the room he saw a pussy cat lady holding
+	up a dress with a big hole burned in it.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I beg your pardon, but who are you and
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page74" title="74"></a>what is the matter?&#8221; politely asked the bunny
+	uncle, making a low bow.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My name is Pussy Cat Mole,&#8221; was the answer,
+	&#8220;and you can see the trouble for yourself.
+	I am Pussy Cat Mole; I jumped over a coal,
+	<span class="keep_together">and&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;In your best petticoat burned a great hole,&#8221;
+	finished Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I know you, now.
+	You are from Mother Goose&#8217;s book and I met
+	you at a party in Belleville, where they have a
+	bluebell flower on the school to call the animal
+	children to their lessons.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s it!&#8221; meowed Pussy Cat Mole. &#8220;I
+	am glad you remember me, Uncle Wiggily. It
+	was at a party I met you, and now I am going
+	to another. Or, rather, I was going until I
+	jumped over a coal, and in my best petticoat
+	burned a great hole. Now I can&#8217;t go,&#8221; and she
+	held up the burned dress, sorrowful like and sad.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How did you happen to jump over the
+	coal?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, it fell out of my stove,&#8221; said Pussy Cat
+	Mole, &#8220;and I jumped over it in a hurry to get
+	the fire shovel to take it up. That&#8217;s how I burned
+	my dress. And now I can&#8217;t go to the party, for
+	it was my best petticoat, and Mrs. Wibblewobble,
+	the duck lady, asked me to be there early,
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page75" title="75"></a>too; and now&#8212;Oh, dear!&#8221; and Pussy Cat Mole
+	felt very badly, indeed.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Mrs. Wibblewobble&#8217;s!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Why, Nurse Jane is going there to a
+	little tea party, too! This is her new dress I am
+	taking home.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Has she burned a hole in it?&#8221; asked the
+	pussy cat lady.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, she has not, I am glad to say,&#8221; the bunny
+	uncle replied. &#8220;She hasn&#8217;t had it on, yet.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then she can go to the party, but I can&#8217;t,&#8221;
+	said Pussy Cat Mole, sorrowfully. &#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, you can go!&#8221; suddenly cried Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;See here! I have some extra pieces
+	of cloth, left over when Mrs. Spin-Spider made
+	Nurse Jane&#8217;s dress. Now you can take these
+	pieces of cloth and mend the hole burned by
+	the coal in your best petticoat. Then you can
+	go to the party.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, so I can,&#8221; meowed the pussy cat. So,
+	with a needle and thread, and the cloth she
+	mended her best petticoat.</p>
+
+	<p>All around the edges and over the top of the
+	burned hole the pussy cat lady sewed the left-over
+	pieces of Nurse Jane&#8217;s dress which was almost
+	the same color. Then, when the mended
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page76" title="76"></a>place was pressed with a warm flat-iron, Uncle
+	Wiggily cried:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You would never know there had been a
+	burned hole!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s fine!&#8221; meowed Pussy Cat Mole.
+	&#8220;Thank you so much, Uncle Wiggily, for helping
+	me!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pray do not mention it,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman,
+	bashful like and casual. Then he hurried
+	to the hollow-stump bungalow with Nurse
+	Jane&#8217;s dress, and the muskrat lady said he had
+	done just right to help mend Pussy Cat Mole&#8217;s
+	dress with the left-over pieces. So she and
+	Nurse Jane both went to Mrs. Wibblewobble&#8217;s
+	little tea party, and had a good time.</p>
+
+	<p>And so, you see, it came out just as it did in
+	the book: Pussy Cat Mole jumped over a coal,
+	and in her best petticoat burned a great hole.
+	But the hole it was mended, and my story is
+	ended. Only never before was it known how the
+	hole was mended. Uncle Wiggily did it.</p>
+
+	<p>And, if the apple doesn&#8217;t jump out of the
+	peach dumpling and hide in the lemon pie when
+	the knife and fork try to play tag with it, I&#8217;ll tell
+	you next about Uncle Wiggily and Jack and
+	Jill, and it will be a Valentine story.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_10" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page77" title="77"></a>CHAPTER X<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK AND JILL</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily Longears</span>, the nice old gentleman
+	rabbit, was asleep in an easy chair in
+	his hollow-stump bungalow one morning when
+	he heard some one calling:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hi, Jack! Ho, Jill! Where are you? Come
+	at once, if you please!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! What&#8217;s that? Some one calling me?&#8221;
+	asked the bunny uncle, sitting up so suddenly
+	that he knocked over his red, white and blue
+	striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch that
+	Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady
+	housekeeper, had gnawed for him out of a corn-stalk.
+	&#8220;Is any one calling me?&#8221; asked Mr.
+	Longears.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; answered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.
+	&#8220;That&#8217;s Mother Goose calling Jack and Jill to
+	get a pail of water.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh! is that all?&#8221; asked the rabbit gentleman,
+	rubbing his pink eyes and making his nose
+	twinkle like the sharp end of an ice cream cone.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page78" title="78"></a>&#8220;Just Mother Goose calling Jack and Jill; eh?
+	Well, I&#8217;ll go out and see if I can find them for
+	her.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily was always that way, you
+	know, wanting to help some one. This time it
+	was Mother Goose. His new hollow-stump
+	bungalow was built right near where Mother
+	Goose lived, with all her big family; Peter-Peter
+	Pumpkin-Eater, Little Jack Horner, Bo Peep
+	and many others.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ho, Jack! Hi, Jill! Where are you?&#8221;
+	called Mother Goose, as Uncle Wiggily came
+	out of his hollow stump.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Can&#8217;t you find those two children?&#8221; asked
+	the rabbit gentleman, making a polite good
+	morning bow.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am sorry to say I cannot,&#8221; answered
+	Mother Goose. &#8220;They were over to see the Old
+	Woman Who Lives in a Shoe, a while ago, but
+	where they are now I can&#8217;t guess, and I need a
+	pail of water for Simple Simon to go fishing in,
+	for to catch a whale.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;ll get the water for you,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily, taking the pail. &#8220;Perhaps Jack and
+	Jill are off playing somewhere, and they have
+	forgotten all about getting the water.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And I suppose they&#8217;ll forget about tumbling
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page79" title="79"></a>down hill, too,&#8221; went on Mother Goose, sort of
+	nervous like. &#8220;But they must not. If they don&#8217;t
+	fall down, so Jack can break his crown, it won&#8217;t
+	be like the story in my book, and everything will
+	be upside down.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;So Jack has to break his crown; eh?&#8221; asked
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;That&#8217;s too bad. I hope he
+	won&#8217;t hurt himself too much.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, he&#8217;s used to it by this time,&#8221; Mother
+	Goose said. &#8220;He doesn&#8217;t mind falling, nor does
+	Jill mind tumbling down after.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Very well, then, I&#8217;ll get the pail of water
+	for you,&#8221; spoke the bunny uncle, &#8220;and Jack and
+	Jill can do the tumbling-down-hill part.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily took the water pail and started
+	for the hill, on top of which was the well owned
+	by Mother Goose. As the bunny uncle was
+	walking along he suddenly heard a voice calling
+	to him from behind a bush.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily, will you do me a
+	favor?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I certainly will,&#8221; said Mr. Longears, &#8220;but
+	who are you, and where are you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Here I am, over here,&#8221; the voice went on.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;m Jack, and will you please give this to Jill
+	when you see her?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Out from behind the bush stepped Jack, the
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page80" title="80"></a>little Mother Goose boy. In his hand he held a
+	piece of white birch bark, prettily colored red,
+	green and pink, and on it was a little verse which
+	read:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;Can you tell me, pretty maid,</p>
+		<p>Tell me and not be afraid,</p>
+		<p>Who&#8217;s the sweetest girl, and true?&#8212;</p>
+		<p>I can; for she&#8217;s surely you!&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s this? What&#8217;s this?&#8221; asked Uncle
+	Wiggily, in surprise. &#8220;What&#8217;s this?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s a valentine for Jill,&#8221; said Jack. &#8220;To-day
+	is Valentine&#8217;s Day, you see, but I don&#8217;t want
+	Jill to know I sent it, so I went off here and hid
+	until I could see you to ask you to take it to her.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;All right, I&#8217;ll do it,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said,
+	laughing. &#8220;I&#8217;ll take your valentine to Jill for
+	you. So that&#8217;s why you weren&#8217;t &#8216;round to get
+	the pail of water; is it?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; answered Jack. &#8220;I wanted to finish
+	making my valentine. As soon as you give it
+	to Jill I&#8217;ll get the water.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, never mind that,&#8221; said the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;ll get the water, just you do the falling-down-hill
+	part. I&#8217;m too old for that.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; promised Jack. Then Uncle Wiggily
+	went on up the hill, and pretty soon he
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page81" title="81"></a>heard some one else calling him, and, all of a
+	sudden, out from behind a stump stepped Jill,
+	the little Mother Goose girl.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; said Jill, bashfully
+	holding out a pretty red leaf, shaped like a heart,
+	&#8220;will you please give this to Jack. I don&#8217;t want
+	him to know I sent it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Of course, I&#8217;ll give it to him,&#8221; promised the
+	rabbit gentleman. &#8220;It&#8217;s a valentine, I suppose,
+	and here is something for you,&#8221; and while Jill
+	was reading the valentine Jack had sent her,
+	Uncle Wiggily looked at the red heart-shaped
+	leaf. On it Jill had written in blue ink:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;One day when I went to school,</p>
+		<p>Teacher taught to me this rule:</p>
+		<p>Eight and one add up to nine;</p>
+		<p>So I&#8217;ll be your valentine.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My, that&#8217;s nice!&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	laughing. &#8220;So that&#8217;s why you&#8217;re hiding off here
+	for, Jill, to make a valentine for Jack?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s it,&#8221; Jill answered, blushing sort of
+	pink, like the frosting on a strawberry cake.
+	&#8220;But I don&#8217;t want Jack to know it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll never tell him,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>So he went on up the hill to get a pail of water
+	for Mother Goose. And on his way back he
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page82" title="82"></a>gave Jill&#8217;s valentine to Jack, who liked it very
+	much.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And now, since you got the water, Jill
+	and I will go tumble down hill,&#8221; said Jack, as
+	he found the little girl, where she was reading
+	his valentine again. Up the hill they went, near
+	the well of water, and Jack fell down, and broke
+	his crown, while Jill came tumbling after, while
+	Uncle Wiggily looked on and laughed. So it
+	all happened just as it did in the book, you see.</p>
+
+	<p>Mother Goose was very glad Uncle Wiggily
+	had brought the water for Simple Simon to go
+	fishing in, and that afternoon she gave a valentine
+	party for Sammie and Susie Littletail, the
+	Bushytail squirrel brothers, Nannie and Billie
+	Wagtail, the goats, and all the other animal
+	friends of Uncle Wiggily. And every one had
+	a fine time.</p>
+
+	<p>And if the cup doesn&#8217;t jump out of the saucer
+	and hide in the spoonholder, where the coffee
+	cake can&#8217;t find it, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle
+	Wiggily and little Jack Horner.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_11" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page83" title="83"></a>CHAPTER XI<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK HORNER</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Well</span>, I think I&#8217;ll go for a walk,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, one
+	afternoon, when he was sitting out on the front
+	porch of his hollow-stump bungalow. He had
+	just eaten a nice dinner that Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, had gotten
+	ready for him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Go for a walk!&#8221; exclaimed Nurse Jane.
+	&#8220;Why, Mr. Longears, excuse me for saying so,
+	but you went walking this morning.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I know I did,&#8221; answered the bunny uncle,
+	&#8220;but no adventure happened to me then. I
+	don&#8217;t really count it a good day unless I have had
+	an adventure. So I&#8217;ll go walking again, and
+	perhaps I may find one. If I do, I&#8217;ll come home
+	and tell you all about it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;All right,&#8221; said Nurse Jane. &#8220;You are a
+	funny rabbit, to be sure! Going off in the woods,
+	looking for adventures when you might sit
+	quietly here on the bungalow front porch.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page84" title="84"></a>&#8220;That&#8217;s just it!&#8221; laughed Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;I don&#8217;t like to be too quiet. Off I go!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I hope you have a nice adventure!&#8221; Nurse
+	Jane called after him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily, politely.</p>
+
+	<p>Away over the fields and through the woods
+	went the bunny uncle, looking on all sides for
+	an adventure, when, all of a sudden he heard behind
+	him a sound that went:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Honk! Honk! Honkity-honk-honk!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! That must be a wild goose!&#8221; thought
+	the rabbit gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>So he looked up in the air, over his head, where
+	the wild geese always fly, but, instead of seeing
+	any of the big birds, Uncle Wiggily felt something
+	whizz past him, and again he heard the
+	loud &#8220;Honk-honk!&#8221; noise, and then he sneezed,
+	for a lot of dust from the road flew up his nose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My!&#8221; he heard some one cry. &#8220;We nearly
+	ran over a rabbit! Did you see?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And a big automobile, with real people in it,
+	shot past. It was the horn of the auto that Uncle
+	Wiggily had heard, and not a wild goose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! That came pretty close to me,&#8221; thought
+	Uncle Wiggily, as the auto went on down the
+	road. &#8220;I never ride my automobile as fast as
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page85" title="85"></a>that, even when I sprinkle pepper on the bologna
+	sausage tires. I don&#8217;t like to scare any
+	one.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Perhaps the people in the auto did not mean
+	to so nearly run over Uncle Wiggily. Let us
+	hope so.</p>
+
+	<p>The old gentleman rabbit hopped on down
+	the road, that was between the woods and the
+	fields, and, pretty soon, he saw something bright
+	and shining in the dust, near where the auto had
+	passed.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, maybe that&#8217;s a diamond,&#8221; he said, as he
+	stooped over to pick it up. But it was only a
+	shiny button-hook, and not a diamond at all.
+	Some one in the automobile had dropped it.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I&#8217;ll put it in my pocket,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily to himself. &#8220;It may come in useful to
+	button Nurse Jane&#8217;s shoes, or mine.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>The bunny gentleman went on a little farther,
+	and, pretty soon, he came to a tiny house, with
+	a red chimney sticking up out of the roof.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! I wonder who lives there?&#8221; said
+	Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>He stood still for a moment, looking through
+	his glasses at the house and then, all of a sudden,
+	he saw a little lady, with a tall, peaked hat
+	on, run out and look up and down the road. Her
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page86" title="86"></a>hat was just like an ice cream cone turned upside
+	down. Only don&#8217;t turn your ice cream cone
+	upside down if it has any cream in it, for you
+	might spill your treat.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Help! Help! Help!&#8221; cried the lady, who
+	had come out of the house with the red chimney.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! That sounds like trouble!&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;I think I had better hurry over there
+	and see what it is all about.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>He hopped over toward the little house, and,
+	when he reached it he saw that the little lady
+	who was calling for help was Mother Goose herself.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; exclaimed Mother
+	Goose. &#8220;I am so glad to see you! Will you
+	please go for help for me?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, certainly I will,&#8221; answered the bunny
+	gentleman. &#8220;But what kind of help do you
+	want; help for the kitchen, or a wash-lady help
+	<span class="keep_together">or&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Neither of those,&#8221; said Mother Goose. &#8220;I
+	want help so Little Jack Horner can get his
+	thumb out of the pie.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Get his thumb out of the pie!&#8221; cried Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;What in the world do you mean?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, you see it&#8217;s this way,&#8221; went on Mother
+	Goose. &#8220;Jack Horner lives here. You must
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page87" title="87"></a>have heard about him. He is in my book. His
+	verse goes like this:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;Little Jack Horner</p>
+		<p>Sat in a corner,</p>
+		<p>Eating a Christmas pie.</p>
+		<p>He put in his thumb,</p>
+		<p>And pulled out a plum,</p>
+		<p>And said what a great boy am I.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s the boy I mean,&#8221; cried Mother Goose.
+	&#8220;But the trouble is that Jack can&#8217;t get his thumb
+	out. He put it in the pie, to pull out the plum,
+	but it won&#8217;t come out&#8212;neither the plum nor the
+	thumb. They are stuck fast for some reason or
+	other. I wish you&#8217;d go for Dr. Possum, so he
+	can help us.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;But is Jack
+	Horner sitting in a corner, as it says in the
+	book?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, he&#8217;s doing that all right,&#8221; answered
+	Mother Goose. &#8220;But, corner or no corner, he
+	can&#8217;t pull out his thumb.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll get the doctor at once,&#8221; promised the
+	bunny uncle. He hurried over to Dr. Possum&#8217;s
+	house, but could not find him, as Dr. Possum
+	was, just then, called to see Jillie Longtail, who
+	had the mouse-trap fever.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page88" title="88"></a>&#8220;Dr. Possum not in!&#8221; cried Mother Goose,
+	when Uncle Wiggily had hopped back and told
+	her. &#8220;That&#8217;s too bad! Oh, we must do something
+	for Jack. He&#8217;s crying and going on terribly
+	because he can&#8217;t get his thumb out.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then,
+	putting his paw in his pocket, he felt the button-hook
+	which had dropped from the automobile
+	that nearly ran over him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! I know what to do!&#8221; cried the bunny
+	uncle, suddenly.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What?&#8221; asked Mother Goose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll pull out Jack&#8217;s thumb myself, with this
+	button-hook,&#8221; said Mr. Longears. &#8220;I&#8217;ll make
+	him all right without waiting for Dr. Possum.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Into the room, where, in the corner, Jack was
+	sitting, went the bunny gentleman. There he
+	saw the Christmas-pie boy, with his thumb away
+	down deep under the top crust.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; cried Jack. &#8220;I&#8217;m in
+	such trouble. Oh, dear! I can&#8217;t get my thumb
+	out. It must be caught on the edge of the pan,
+	or something!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t cry,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily, kindly.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;ll get it out for you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<div class="illo">
+		<a class="pagenum" id="page89" title="89"></a>
+		<img src="images/fig090.jpg" width="500" height="743" alt="Uncle Wiggily tips his hat to Mother Hubbard." />
+		<p class="caption">&#8220;I wish you&#8217;d go for Dr. Possum.&#8221;</p>
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page90" title="90"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+	</div>
+
+	<p>So he put the button-hook through the hole
+	in the top pie crust, close to Jack&#8217;s thumb. Then,
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page91" title="91"></a>getting the hook on the plum, Uncle Wiggily,
+	with his strong paws, pulled and pulled and
+	pulled, <span class="keep_together">and&#8212;&#8212;</span></p>
+
+	<p>All of a sudden out came the plum and Jack
+	Homer&#8217;s thumb, and they weren&#8217;t stuck fast any
+	more.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, thank you, so much!&#8221; said Jack, as he
+	got up out of his corner.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pray don&#8217;t mention it,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily,
+	politely. &#8220;I am glad I could help you, and
+	it also makes an adventure for me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then Jack Horner, went back to his corner
+	and ate the plum that stuck to his thumb. And
+	Uncle Wiggily, putting the button-hook back
+	in his pocket, went on to his hollow-stump bungalow.
+	He had had his adventure.</p>
+
+	<p>So everything came out all right, you see, and
+	if the snow-shovel doesn&#8217;t go off by itself, sliding
+	down hill with the ash can, when it ought
+	to be boiling the cups and saucers for supper,
+	I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Mr.
+	Pop-Goes.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_12" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page92" title="92"></a>CHAPTER XII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND MR. POP-GOES</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily</span>,&#8221; said Mrs. Littletail, the
+	rabbit lady, one morning, as she came in the
+	dining-room where Mr. Longears was reading
+	the cabbage leaf paper after breakfast, &#8220;Uncle
+	Wiggily, I don&#8217;t like you to go out in such a
+	storm as this, but I do need some things from the
+	store, and I have no one to send.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I&#8217;ll be only too glad to go,&#8221; cried the
+	bunny uncle, who was spending a few days visiting
+	the Littletail family in their underground
+	burrow-house. &#8220;It isn&#8217;t snowing very hard,&#8221;
+	and he looked out through the window, which
+	was up a little way above ground to make the
+	burrow light. &#8220;What do you want, Mrs. Littletail?&#8221;
+	he asked.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I want a loaf of bread and some sugar,&#8221;
+	said the bunny mother of Sammie and Susie Littletail.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And you shall certainly have what you
+	want!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily, as he got ready
+	to go to the store. Soon he was on his way, wearing
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page93" title="93"></a>his fur coat, and hopping along on his corn-stalk
+	rheumatism crutch, while his pink nose
+	was twinkling in the frosty air like a red lantern
+	on the back of an automobile.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;A loaf of home-made bread and three and a
+	half pounds of granulated sugar,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily to the monkey-doodle gentleman who
+	kept the grocery store. &#8220;And the best that you
+	have, if you please, as it&#8217;s for Mrs. Littletail.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You shall certainly have the best!&#8221; cried the
+	monkey-doodle gentleman, with a jolly laugh.
+	And while he was wrapping up the things for
+	Uncle Wiggily to carry home, all at once there
+	sounded in the store a loud:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pop!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My! What&#8217;s that?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily,
+	surprised like and excited. &#8220;I heard a bang like
+	a gun. Are there any hunter-men, with their
+	dogs about? If there are I must be careful.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, that wasn&#8217;t a gun,&#8221; said the monkey-doodle
+	gentleman. &#8220;That was only one of the
+	toy balloons in my window. I had some left
+	over from last year, so I blew them up and put
+	them in my window to make it look pretty. Now
+	and then one of them bursts.&#8221; And just then,
+	surely enough, &#8220;Pop! Bang!&#8221; went another
+	toy balloon, bursting and shriveling all up.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page94" title="94"></a>Uncle Wiggily looked in the front window of
+	the store and saw some blown-up balloons that
+	had not burst.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll take two of those,&#8221; he said to the monkey-doodle
+	gentleman. &#8220;Sammie and Susie Littletail
+	will like to play with them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Better take two or three,&#8221; said the monkey-doodle
+	gentleman. &#8220;I&#8217;ll let you have them
+	cheap, as they are old balloons, and they will
+	burst easily.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So he let the air out of four balloons and gave
+	them to Uncle Wiggily to take home to the
+	bunny children.</p>
+
+	<p>The rabbit gentleman started off through the
+	snow-storm toward the underground house, but
+	he had not gone very far before, just as he was
+	coming out from behind a big stump, he heard
+	voices talking.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Now, I&#8217;ll tell you how we can get those rabbits,&#8221;
+	Uncle Wiggily heard one voice say. &#8220;I&#8217;ll
+	crawl down in the burrow, and as soon as they
+	see me they&#8217;ll be scared and run out&#8212;Uncle
+	Wiggily, Mrs. Littletail, the two children, Nurse
+	Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy and all. Then you can grab
+	them, Mr. Bigtail! I am glad I happened to
+	meet you!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ah, ha!&#8221; thought Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Mr.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page95" title="95"></a>Bigtail! I ought to know that name. It&#8217;s the
+	fox, and he and some one else seem to be after
+	us rabbits. But I thought the fox promised to be
+	good and let me alone. He must have changed
+	his mind.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily peeked cautiously around the
+	stump, taking care to make no noise, and there
+	he saw a fox and another animal talking. And
+	the rabbit gentleman saw that it was not the fox
+	who had promised to be good, but another one,
+	of the same name, who was bad.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I&#8217;ll go down the hole and drive out the
+	rabbits and you can grab them,&#8221; said the queer
+	animal.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s good,&#8221; growled the fox, &#8220;but to
+	whom have I the honor of speaking?&#8221; That
+	was his way of asking the name of the other animal,
+	you see.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m called Mr. Pop-Goes,&#8221; said the
+	other.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Mr. Pop-Goes! What a queer name,&#8221; said
+	the fox, and all the while Uncle Wiggily was
+	listening with his big ears, and wondering what
+	it all meant.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Pop-Goes isn&#8217;t all my name,&#8221; said the
+	queer animal. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you know the story in
+	the book? The monkey chased the cobbler&#8217;s
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page96" title="96"></a>wife all around the steeple. That&#8217;s the way the
+	money goes, Pop! goes the weasel. I&#8217;m Mr.
+	Pop-Goes, the weasel, you see. I&#8217;m &#8216;specially
+	good at chasing rabbits.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I see!&#8221; barked Mr. Bigtail, the fox.
+	&#8220;Well, I&#8217;ll be glad if you can help me get those
+	rabbits. I&#8217;ve been over to that Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s
+	hollow-stump bungalow, but he isn&#8217;t around.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, he&#8217;s visiting the Littletail rabbits,&#8221; said
+	Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel. &#8220;But we&#8217;ll drive
+	him out.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then Uncle Wiggily felt very badly, indeed,
+	for he knew that a weasel is the worst animal a
+	rabbit can have after him. Weasels are very
+	fond of rabbits. They love them so much they
+	want to eat them, and Uncle Wiggily did not
+	want to be eaten, even by Mr. Pop-Goes.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; he thought. &#8220;What can I do
+	to scare away the bad fox and Mr. Pop-Goes, the
+	weasel? Oh, dear!&#8221; Then he thought of the
+	toy balloons, that made a noise like a gun when
+	they were blown up and burst. &#8220;The very
+	thing!&#8221; thought the rabbit gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>Carefully, as he hid behind the stump, Uncle
+	Wiggily took out one of the toy balloons. Carefully
+	he blew it up, bigger and bigger and
+	bigger, until, all at once:</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page97" title="97"></a>&#8220;Bang!&#8221; exploded the toy balloon, even making
+	Uncle Wiggily jump. And as for the fox
+	and Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel, why they were
+	so kerslostrated (if you will kindly excuse me for
+	using such a word) that they turned a somersault,
+	jumped up in the air, came down, turned
+	a peppersault, and started to run.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Did you hear that noise?&#8221; asked the weasel.
+	&#8220;That was a pop, and whenever I hear a pop I
+	have to go! And I&#8217;m going fast!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;So am I!&#8221; barked the fox. &#8220;That was a
+	hunter with a gun after us, I guess. We&#8217;ll get
+	those rabbits some other time.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Maybe you will, and maybe not!&#8221; laughed
+	Uncle Wiggily, as he hurried on to the burrow
+	with the bread, sugar and the rest of the toy balloons,
+	with which Sammie and Susie had lots
+	of fun.</p>
+
+	<p>So you see Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel, didn&#8217;t
+	get Uncle Wiggily after all, and if the pepper
+	caster doesn&#8217;t throw dust in the potato&#8217;s eyes,
+	and make it sneeze at the rag doll, I&#8217;ll tell you
+	next about Uncle Wiggily and Simple Simon.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_13" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page98" title="98"></a>CHAPTER XIII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND SIMPLE SIMON</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">There!</span>&#8221; exclaimed Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, who,
+	with Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman,
+	was visiting at the Littletail rabbit burrow
+	one day. &#8220;There they are, Uncle Wiggily,
+	all nicely wrapped up for you to carry.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s nicely wrapped up?&#8221; asked the
+	bunny uncle. &#8220;And what do you want me to
+	carry?&#8221; And he looked over the tops of his
+	spectacles at the muskrat lady, sort of surprised
+	and wondering.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I want you to carry the jam tarts, and they
+	are all nicely wrapped up,&#8221; went on Nurse Jane.
+	&#8220;Don&#8217;t you remember, I said I was going to
+	make some for you to take over to Mrs. Wibblewobble,
+	the duck lady?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, of course!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;The jam tarts are for Lulu, Alice and Jimmie
+	Wibblewobble, the duck children. I remember
+	now. I&#8217;ll take them right over.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page99" title="99"></a>&#8220;They are all nicely wrapped up in a clean
+	napkin,&#8221; went on the muskrat lady, &#8220;so be careful
+	not to squash them and squeeze out the jam,
+	as they are very fresh.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll be careful,&#8221; promised the old rabbit gentleman,
+	as he put on his fur coat and took down
+	off the parlor mantle his red, white and blue
+	striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch, made of
+	a corn-stalk.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, wait a minute, Uncle Wiggily! Wait
+	a minute!&#8221; cried Mrs. Littletail, the bunny
+	mother of Sammie and Susie, the rabbit children,
+	as Mr. Longears started out. &#8220;Where are
+	you going?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady&#8217;s
+	house, with some jam tarts for Lulu, Alice and
+	Jimmie,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then would you mind carrying, also, this
+	little rubber plant over to her?&#8221; asked Mrs. Littletail.
+	&#8220;I told Mrs. Wibblewobble I would
+	send one to her the first chance I had.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Right gladly will I take it,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	So Mrs. Littletail, the rabbit lady, wrapped
+	the pot of the little rubber plant, with its thick,
+	shiny green leaves, in a piece of paper, and Uncle
+	Wiggily, tucking it under one paw, while with
+	the other he leaned on his crutch, started off
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page100" title="100"></a>over the fields and through the woods, with the
+	jam tarts in his pocket. Over toward the home
+	of the Wibblewobble duck family he hopped.</p>
+
+	<p>Mr. Longears, the nice old rabbit gentleman,
+	had not gone very far before, all at once, from
+	behind a snow-covered stump, he heard a voice
+	saying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! I know I&#8217;ll never find him! I&#8217;ve
+	looked all over and I can&#8217;t see him anywhere.
+	Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My! That sounds like some one in trouble,&#8221;
+	Uncle Wiggily said to himself. &#8220;I wonder if
+	that is any of my little animal friends? I must
+	look.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the rabbit gentleman peeked over the top
+	of the stump, and there he saw a queer-looking
+	boy, with a funny smile on his face, which was
+	as round and shiny as the bottom of a new dish
+	pan. And the boy looked so kind that Uncle
+	Wiggily knew he would not hurt even a lollypop,
+	much less a rabbit gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, hello!&#8221; cried the boy, as soon as he saw
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Who are you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am Mr. Longears,&#8221; replied the bunny
+	uncle. &#8220;And who are you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I&#8217;m Simple Simon,&#8221; was the answer.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;m in the Mother Goose book, you know.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page101" title="101"></a>&#8220;Oh, yes, I remember,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;But you seem to be <i>out</i> of the book, just now.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am,&#8221; said Simple Simon. &#8220;The page with
+	my picture on it fell out of the book, and so I ran
+	away. But I can&#8217;t find him anywhere and I
+	don&#8217;t know what to do.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Who is it you can&#8217;t find?&#8221; asked the rabbit.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;The pie-man,&#8221; answered the funny, round-faced
+	boy. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you remember, it says in
+	the book, &#8216;Simple Simon met a pie-man going
+	to the fair?&#8217;&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, I remember,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily answered.
+	&#8220;What&#8217;s next?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I can&#8217;t find him anywhere,&#8221; said
+	Simple Simon. &#8220;I guess the pie-man didn&#8217;t fall
+	out of the book when I did.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s too bad,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily,
+	kindly.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It is,&#8221; said Simple Simon. &#8220;For you know
+	he ought to ask me for my penny, when I want
+	to taste of his pies, and indeed, I haven&#8217;t any
+	penny&#8212;not any, and I&#8217;m <i>so</i> hungry for a piece
+	of pie!&#8221; And Simple Simon began to cry.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, don&#8217;t cry,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;See,
+	in my pocket I have some jam tarts. They are
+	for Lulu, Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble, the
+	ducks, but there are enough to let you have one.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page102" title="102"></a>&#8220;Why, you are a regular pie-man yourself;
+	aren&#8217;t you?&#8221; laughed Simple Simon, as he ate
+	one of Nurse Jane&#8217;s nice jam tarts.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, you might call me that,&#8221; said the
+	bunny uncle. &#8220;Though I s&#8217;pose a tart-man
+	would be nearer right.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But there&#8217;s something else,&#8221; went on Simple
+	Simon. &#8220;You know in the Mother Goose book
+	I have to go for water, in my mother&#8217;s sieve. But
+	soon it all ran through.&#8221; And then, cried
+	Simple Simon, &#8220;Oh, dear, what shall I do?&#8221;
+	And he held out a sieve, just like a coffee
+	strainer, full of little holes. &#8220;How can I ever
+	get water in that?&#8221; he asked. &#8220;I&#8217;ve tried and
+	tried, but I can&#8217;t. No one can! It all runs
+	through!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then
+	he cried:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I have it! I&#8217;ll pull some leaves off the rubber
+	plant I am taking to Mrs. Wibblewobble.
+	We&#8217;ll put the leaves in the bottom of the sieve,
+	and, being of rubber, water can&#8217;t get through
+	them. Then the sieve will hold water, or milk
+	either, and you can bring it to your mother.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, fine!&#8221; cried Simple Simon, licking the
+	sticky squeegee jam off his fingers. So Uncle
+	Wiggily put some rubber plant leaves in the
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page103" title="103"></a>bottom of the sieve, and Simple Simon, filling it
+	full of water, carried it home to his mother, and
+	not a drop ran through, which, of course, wasn&#8217;t
+	at all like the story in the book.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But that isn&#8217;t my fault,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	as he took the rest of the jam tarts to the
+	Wibblewobble children. &#8220;I just had to help
+	Simple Simon.&#8221; Which was very kind of Uncle
+	Wiggily, I think; don&#8217;t you? It didn&#8217;t matter if,
+	just once, something happened that wasn&#8217;t in the
+	book.</p>
+
+	<p>And Mrs. Wibblewobble didn&#8217;t at all mind
+	some of the leaves being off her rubber plant.
+	So you see we should always be kind when we
+	can; and if the canary bird doesn&#8217;t go to sleep
+	in the bowl with the goldfish, and forget to
+	whistle like an alarm clock in the morning, I&#8217;ll
+	tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the
+	crumple-horn cow.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_14" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page104" title="104"></a>CHAPTER XIV<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CRUMPLE-HORN COW</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Where</span> are you going, Uncle Wiggily?&#8221;
+	asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
+	lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit gentleman
+	starting out from his hollow-stump bungalow
+	one day. He was back again from his visit
+	to Sammie and Susie Littletail.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m just going for a walk,&#8221; answered
+	Mr. Longears. &#8220;I have not had an exciting adventure
+	since I carried the valentines for Jack
+	and Jill, before they tumbled down hill, and
+	perhaps to-day I may find something else to
+	make me lively, and happy and skippy like.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Too much hopping and skipping is not
+	good for you,&#8221; the muskrat lady said.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I think it is, if you will excuse me for
+	saying so,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily politely. &#8220;It
+	keeps my rheumatism from getting too painful.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then, taking his red, white and blue striped
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page105" title="105"></a>rheumatism crutch from inside the talking machine
+	horn, Uncle Wiggily started off.</p>
+
+	<p>Over the fields and through the woods went
+	the rabbit gentleman, until, pretty soon, as he
+	was walking along, wondering what would happen
+	to him that day, he heard a voice saying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Moo! Moo! Moo-o-o-o-o!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ah! That sounds rather sad and unhappy
+	like,&#8221; spoke the rabbit gentleman to himself.
+	&#8220;I wonder if it can be any one in trouble?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So he peeked through the bushes and there he
+	saw a nice cow, who was standing with one foot
+	in the hollow of a big stump.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Moo! Moo!&#8221; cried the cow. &#8220;Oh, dear,
+	will no one help me?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, of course, I&#8217;ll help you,&#8221; kindly said
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;What is the matter, and who
+	are you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I am the Mother Goose cow with the
+	crumpled horn,&#8221; was the answer, &#8220;and my foot
+	is caught so tightly in the hole of this stump that
+	I cannot get it out.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I&#8217;ll help you, Mrs. Crumpled-horn
+	Cow,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. Then, with
+	his rheumatism crutch, the rabbit gentleman
+	pushed loose the cow&#8217;s hoof from where it was
+	caught in the stump, and she was all right again.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page106" title="106"></a>&#8220;Oh, thank you so much, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221;
+	spoke the crumpled-horn cow. &#8220;If ever I can
+	do you a favor I will.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman, politely.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;m sure you will. But how did you
+	happen to get your hoof caught in that stump?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I was standing on it, trying to see if I
+	could jump over the moon,&#8221; was the answer.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Jump over the moon!&#8221; cried the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;You surprise me! Why in the
+	<span class="keep_together">world&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s this way, you see,&#8221; spoke the crumpled-horn
+	lady cow. &#8220;In the Mother Goose book it
+	says: &#8216;Hi-diddle-diddle, the cat&#8217;s in the fiddle,
+	the cow jumped over the moon.&#8217; Well, if one
+	cow did that, I don&#8217;t see why another one can&#8217;t.
+	I got up on the stump, to try and jump over the
+	moon, but my foot slipped and I was caught fast.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I suppose I should not have tried it, for I
+	am the cow with the crumpled horn. You have
+	heard of me, I dare say. I&#8217;m the cow with the
+	crumpled horn, that little Boy Blue drove out
+	of the corn. I tossed the dog that worried that
+	cat that caught the rat that ate the malt that lay
+	in the house that Jack built.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I remember you now,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page107" title="107"></a>&#8220;And this is my crumpled horn,&#8221; went on the
+	cow, and she showed the rabbit gentleman how
+	one of her horns was all crumpled and crooked
+	and twisted, just like a corkscrew that is used
+	to pull hard corks out of bottles.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, thank you again for pulling out my
+	foot,&#8221; said the cow, as she turned away. &#8220;Now
+	I must go toss that dog once more, for he&#8217;s always
+	worrying the cat.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the cow went away, and Uncle Wiggily
+	hopped on through the woods and over the
+	fields. He had had an adventure, you see, helping
+	the cow, and later on he had another one,
+	for he met Jimmie Wibblewobble, the boy duck,
+	who had lost his penny going to the store for a
+	cornmeal-flavored lollypop. Uncle Wiggily
+	found the penny in the snow, and Jimmie was
+	happy once more.</p>
+
+	<p>The next day when Uncle Wiggily awakened
+	in his hollow-stump bungalow, and tried to get
+	out of bed, he was so lame and stiff that he could
+	hardly move.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; cried the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;Ouch! Oh, what a pain!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What is it?&#8221; asked Nurse Jane. &#8220;What&#8217;s
+	the matter?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My rheumatism,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page108" title="108"></a>&#8220;Please send to Dr. Possum and get some
+	medicine. Ouch! Oh, my!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll go for the medicine myself,&#8221; Nurse Jane
+	said, and, tying her tail up in a double bow-knot,
+	so she would not step on it, and trip, as she hurried
+	along, over to Dr. Possum&#8217;s she went.</p>
+
+	<p>The doctor was just starting out to go to see
+	Nannie Wagtail, the little goat girl, who had
+	the hornache, but before going there Dr. Possum
+	ran back into his office, got a big bottle of
+	medicine, which he gave to Nurse Jane, saying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;When you get back to the hollow-stump
+	bungalow pull out the cork and rub some on
+	Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s pain.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Rub the cork on?&#8221; asked Nurse Jane, sort
+	of surprised like.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, rub on some of the medicine from the
+	bottle,&#8221; answered Dr. Possum, laughing as he
+	hurried off.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily had a bad pain when Nurse
+	Jane got back.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll soon fix you,&#8221; said the muskrat lady.
+	&#8220;Wait until I get the cork out of this bottle.&#8221;
+	But that was more easily said than done. Nurse
+	Jane tried with all her might to pull out the cork
+	with her paws and even with her teeth. Then
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page109" title="109"></a>she used a hair pin, but it only bent and twisted
+	itself all up in a knot.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, hurry with the medicine!&#8221; begged
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Hurry, please!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I can&#8217;t get the cork out,&#8221; said Nurse Jane.
+	&#8220;The cork is stuck in the bottle.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Let me try,&#8221; spoke the bunny uncle. But
+	he could not get the cork out, either, and his pain
+	was getting worse all the while.</p>
+
+	<p>Just then came a knock on the bungalow
+	door, and a voice said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am the cow with the crumpled horn. I
+	just met Dr. Possum, and he told me Uncle Wiggily
+	had the rheumatism. Is there anything I
+	can do for him? I&#8217;d like to do him a favor as
+	he did me one.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, you can help me,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;Can you pull a tight cork out of a
+	bottle?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Indeed I can!&#8221; mooed the cow. &#8220;Just
+	watch me!&#8221; She put her crooked, crumpled
+	horn, which was just like a corkscrew, in the
+	cork, and, with one twist, out it came from the
+	bottle as easily as anything. Then Nurse Jane
+	could rub some medicine on Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s
+	rheumatism, which soon felt much better.</p>
+
+	<p>So you see Mother Goose&#8217;s crumpled-horn
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page110" title="110"></a>cow can do other things besides tossing cat-worrying
+	dogs. And if the fried egg doesn&#8217;t go
+	to sleep in the dish pan, so the knives and forks
+	can&#8217;t play tag there, I&#8217;ll tell you next of Uncle
+	Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_15" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page111" title="111"></a>CHAPTER XV<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily</span>, have you anything special
+	to do this morning?&#8221; asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper for the
+	rabbit gentleman, as she saw him get up from
+	the breakfast table in his hollow-stump bungalow.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Anything special? Why, no, I guess not,&#8221;
+	answered the bunny uncle. &#8220;I was going out
+	for a walk, and perhaps I may meet with an adventure
+	on the way, or I may help some friends
+	of Mother Goose, as I sometimes do.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You are always being kind to some one,&#8221;
+	said Nurse Jane, &#8220;and that is what I want you
+	to do now. I have just made an orange cake,
+	<span class="keep_together">and&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;An orange cake?&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily,
+	his pink nose twinkling. &#8220;How nice! Where
+	did you get the oranges?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Up on the Orange Mountains, to be sure,&#8221;
+	answered the muskrat lady, with a laugh. &#8220;I
+	have made two orange cakes, to tell the exact
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page112" title="112"></a>truth, which I always do. There is one for us
+	and I wanted to send one to Dr. Possum, who
+	was so good to cure you of the rheumatism,
+	when the cow with the crumpled horn pulled the
+	hard cork out of the medicine bottle for us.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Send an orange cake to Dr. Possum? The
+	very thing! Oh, fine!&#8221; cried the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;ll take it right over to him. Put it in a basket,
+	so it will not take cold, Nurse Jane.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>The muskrat lady wrapped the orange cake
+	in a clean napkin, and then put it in the basket
+	for Uncle Wiggily to carry to Dr. Possum.</p>
+
+	<p>Off started the old rabbit gentleman, over the
+	woods and through the fields&#8212;oh, excuse me
+	just a minute. He did not go over the woods
+	this time. He only did that when he had his
+	airship, which he was not using to-day, for fear
+	of spilling the oranges out of the cake. So he
+	went over the fields and through the woods to
+	Dr. Possum&#8217;s office.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I wonder if I will have any adventure
+	to-day?&#8221; thought the old rabbit gentleman, as
+	he hopped along. &#8220;I hope I do, <span class="keep_together">for&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And then he suddenly stopped thinking and
+	listened, for he heard a dog barking, and a
+	voice was sadly saying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! It&#8217;s too bad, I know it is, but I
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page113" title="113"></a>can&#8217;t help it. It&#8217;s that way in the book, so you&#8217;ll
+	have to go hungry.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then the dog barked again and Uncle Wiggily
+	said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;More trouble for some one. I hope it isn&#8217;t
+	the bad dog who used to bother me. I wonder
+	if I can help any one?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>He looked around, and, nearby, he saw a
+	little wooden house on the top of a hill. The
+	barking and talking was coming from that
+	house.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll go up and see what is the matter?&#8221; said
+	the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;Perhaps I can help.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>He looked through a window of the house
+	before going in, and he saw a lady, somewhat
+	like Mother Goose, wearing a tall, peaked hat,
+	like an ice cream cone turned upside down.
+	And with her was a big dog, who was looking
+	in an open cupboard and barking. And the
+	lady was singing:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;Old Mother Hubbard</p>
+		<p>Went to the cupboard</p>
+		<p class="i2">To get her poor dog a bone.</p>
+		<p>But, when she got there,</p>
+		<p>The cupboard was bare,</p>
+		<p class="i2">And so the poor dog had none.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page114" title="114"></a>&#8220;And isn&#8217;t there anything else in the house
+	to eat, except a bone, Mother Hubbard?&#8221; the
+	dog asked. &#8220;I&#8217;m so hungry?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;There isn&#8217;t, I&#8217;m sorry to say,&#8221; she answered.
+	&#8220;But I&#8217;ll go to the baker&#8217;s to get you some
+	<span class="keep_together">bread&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And when you come back you will think I
+	am dead,&#8221; said the dog, quickly. &#8220;I&#8217;ll look so,
+	anyhow,&#8221; he went on, &#8220;for I am so hungry.
+	Isn&#8217;t there any way of getting me anything to
+	eat without going to the baker&#8217;s? I don&#8217;t care
+	much for bread, anyhow.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How would you like a piece of orange
+	cake?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily, all of a sudden,
+	as he walked in Mother Hubbard&#8217;s house. &#8220;Excuse
+	me,&#8221; said the bunny uncle, &#8220;but I could
+	not help hearing what your dog said. I know
+	how hard it is to be hungry, and I have an
+	orange cake in my basket. It is for Dr. Possum,
+	but I am sure he would be glad to let your dog
+	have some.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That is very kind of you,&#8221; said Mother
+	Hubbard.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And I certainly would like orange cake,&#8221;
+	spoke the dog, making a bow and wagging his
+	nose&#8212;I mean his tail.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then you shall have it,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page115" title="115"></a>opening the basket. He set the orange
+	cake on the table, and the dog began to eat it,
+	and Mother Hubbard also ate some, for she was
+	hungry, too, and, what do you think? Before
+	Uncle Wiggily, or any one else knew it, the
+	orange cake was all gone&#8212;eaten up&#8212;and there
+	was none for Dr. Possum.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, see what we have done!&#8221; cried Mother
+	Hubbard, sadly. &#8220;We have eaten all your
+	cake, Uncle Wiggily. I&#8217;m sure we did not mean
+	to, but with a hungry <span class="keep_together">dog&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pray do not mention it,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman,
+	politely. &#8220;I know just how it is. I have
+	another orange cake of my own at home. I&#8217;ll
+	go get that for Dr. Possum. He won&#8217;t mind
+	which one he has.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No. I can&#8217;t let you do that,&#8221; spoke Mother
+	Hubbard. &#8220;You were too kind to be put to all
+	that trouble. Next door to me lives Paddy
+	Kake, the baker-man. I&#8217;ll have him bake you
+	a cake as fast as he can, and you can take that
+	to Dr. Possum. How will that do?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, that will be just fine!&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily, twinkling his pink nose at the dog, who
+	was licking up the last of the cake crumbs with
+	his red tongue.</p>
+
+	<p>So Mother Hubbard went next door, where
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page116" title="116"></a>lived Paddy Kake, the baker. And she said to
+	him:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;Paddy Kake, Paddy Kake, baker-man,</p>
+		<p>Bake me a cake as fast as you can.</p>
+		<p>Into it please put a raisin and plum,</p>
+		<p>And mark it with D. P. for Dr. Possum.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; said Paddy Kake. &#8220;I&#8217;ll do it right
+	away.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And he did, and as soon as the cake was
+	baked Uncle Wiggily put it in the basket where
+	the orange one had been, and took it to Dr. Possum,
+	who was very glad to get it. For the raisin
+	and plum cake was as good as the orange one
+	Mother Hubbard and her dog had eaten.</p>
+
+	<p>So you see everything came out all right after
+	all, and if the cork doesn&#8217;t pop out of the ink
+	bottle and go to sleep in the middle of the white
+	bedspread, like our black cat, I&#8217;ll tell you next
+	about Uncle Wiggily and Little Miss Muffet.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_16" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page117" title="117"></a>CHAPTER XVI<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND MISS MUFFET</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Rat-a-tat-tat</span>!&#8221; came a knock on the door
+	of the hollow-stump bungalow, where Uncle
+	Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, lived
+	with Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
+	lady housekeeper. &#8220;Rat-a-tat-tat!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Come in,&#8221; called Nurse Jane, who was sitting
+	by a window, mending a pair of Uncle
+	Wiggily&#8217;s socks, which had holes in them.</p>
+
+	<p>The door opened, and into the bungalow
+	stepped a little girl. Oh, she was such a tiny
+	thing that she was not much larger than a doll.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How do you do, Nurse Jane,&#8221; said the little
+	girl, making a low bow, and shaking her curly
+	hair.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I am very well, thank you,&#8221; the muskrat
+	lady said. &#8220;How are you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m very well, too, Nurse Jane.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! You seem to know me, but I am not
+	so sure I know you,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s
+	housekeeper. &#8220;Are you Little Bo Peep?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page118" title="118"></a>&#8220;No, Nurse Jane,&#8221; answered the little girl,
+	with a smile.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Are you Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how
+	does your garden grow?&#8221; Nurse Jane wanted
+	to know.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am not Mistress Mary,&#8221; answered the little
+	girl.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then who are you?&#8221; Nurse Jane asked.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am little Miss Muffet, if you please, and I
+	have come to sit on a tuffet, and eat some curds
+	and whey. I want to see Uncle Wiggily, too, before
+	I go away.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;All right,&#8221; spoke Nurse Jane. &#8220;I&#8217;ll get you
+	the tuffet and the curds and whey,&#8221; and she went
+	out to the kitchen. The muskrat lady noticed
+	that Miss Muffet said nothing about the spider
+	frightening her away.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Perhaps she doesn&#8217;t like to talk about it,&#8221;
+	thought Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy, &#8220;though it&#8217;s in the
+	Mother Goose book. Well, I&#8217;ll not say anything,
+	either.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So she got the tuffet for little Miss Muffet; a
+	tuffet being a sort of baby footstool. And, indeed,
+	the little girl had to sit on something quite
+	small, for her legs were very short.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And here are your curds and whey,&#8221; went
+	on Nurse Jane, bringing in a bowl. Curds and
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page119" title="119"></a>whey are very good to eat. They are made from
+	milk, sweetened, and are something like a custard
+	in a cup.</p>
+
+	<p>So little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet, eating
+	her curds and whey, just as she ought to have
+	done.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And,&#8221; said Nurse Jane to herself, &#8220;I do
+	hope no spider will come sit beside her to
+	frighten Miss Muffet away, before Uncle Wiggily
+	sees her, for she is a dear little child.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Pretty soon some one was heard hopping up
+	the front steps of the bungalow, and Nurse Jane
+	said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;There is Uncle Wiggily now, I think.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m glad!&#8221; exclaimed little Miss Muffet,
+	as she handed the muskrat lady the empty
+	bowl of curds and whey. &#8220;I want to see him
+	very specially.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>In came hopping the nice old rabbit gentleman,
+	and he knew Little Miss Muffet right
+	away, and was very glad to see her.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; cried the little girl.
+	&#8220;I have been waiting to see you. I want you to
+	do me a very special extra favor; will you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, of course, if I can,&#8221; answered the
+	bunny uncle, with a polite bow. &#8220;I am always
+	glad to do favors.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page120" title="120"></a>&#8220;You can easily do this one,&#8221; said Little Miss
+	Muffet. &#8220;I want you to <span class="keep_together">come&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>And just then Uncle Wiggily saw a big spider
+	crawling over the floor toward the little girl, who
+	was still on her tuffet, having finished her curds
+	and whey.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And if she sees that spider, sit down beside
+	her, it surely will frighten her away,&#8221; thought
+	Uncle Wiggily, &#8220;and I will not be able to find
+	out what she wants me to do for her. Let me
+	see, she hasn&#8217;t yet noticed the spider. I wonder
+	if I could get her out of the room while I asked
+	the spider to kindly not to do any frightening,
+	at least for a while?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So Uncle Wiggily, who was quite worried,
+	sort of waved his paw sideways at the spider, and
+	twinkled his pink nose and said &#8220;Ahem!&#8221;
+	which meant that the spider was to keep on
+	crawling, and not go near Miss Muffet. Uncle
+	Wiggily himself was not afraid of spiders.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; went on little Miss
+	Muffet, who had not yet seen the spider. &#8220;I
+	want you to come <span class="keep_together">to&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221; and then she saw the
+	rabbit gentleman making funny noses behind
+	her back, and waving his paw at something, and
+	Miss Muffet cried:</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page121" title="121"></a>&#8220;Why, what in the world is the matter, Uncle
+	Wiggily? Have you hurt yourself?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, no,&#8221; the rabbit gentleman quickly exclaimed.
+	&#8220;It&#8217;s the spider. She&#8217;s crawling toward
+	you, and I don&#8217;t want her to sit down beside
+	you, and frighten you away.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Little Miss Muffet laughed a jolly laugh.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; she cried. &#8220;I&#8217;m not
+	at all afraid of spiders! I&#8217;d let a dozen of them
+	sit beside me if they wanted to, for I know they
+	will not harm me, if I do not harm them. And
+	besides, I knew this spider was coming all the
+	while.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You did?&#8221; cried Nurse Jane, surprised like.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;To be sure I did. She is Mrs. Spin-Spider,
+	and she has come to measure me for a new cobweb
+	silk dress; haven&#8217;t you, Mrs. Spin-Spider?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, child, I have,&#8221; answered the lady spider.
+	&#8220;No one need be afraid of me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m not,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said, &#8220;only I did
+	not want you to frighten Miss Muffet away before
+	she had her curds and whey.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I had them,&#8221; the little girl said. &#8220;Nurse
+	Jane gave them to me before you came in, Uncle
+	Wiggily. But now let me tell you what I came
+	for, and then Mrs. Spin-Spider can measure me
+	for a new dress. I came to ask if you would do
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page122" title="122"></a>me the favor to come to my birthday party next
+	week. Will you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Of course I will!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;I&#8217;ll be delighted.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Good!&#8221; laughed Little Miss Muffet. Then
+	along came Mrs. Spin-Spider, and sat down beside
+	her and did not frighten the little girl away,
+	but, instead, measured her for a new dress.</p>
+
+	<p>So from this we may learn that cobwebs are
+	good for something else than catching flies, and
+	in the next chapter, if the piano doesn&#8217;t come upstairs
+	to lie down on the brass bed so the pillow
+	has to go down in the coal bin to sleep, I&#8217;ll tell
+	you about Uncle Wiggily and the first little kitten.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_17" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page123" title="123"></a>CHAPTER XVII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FIRST KITTEN</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily Longears</span>, the nice old rabbit
+	gentleman, was asleep in his easy chair by
+	the fire which burned brightly on the hearth in
+	his hollow-stump bungalow. Mr. Longears
+	was dreaming that he had just eaten a piece of
+	cherry pie for lunch, and that the cherry pits
+	were dropping on the floor with a &#8220;rat-a-tat-tat!&#8221;
+	when he suddenly awakened and heard
+	some one knocking on the front door.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! Who is there? Come in!&#8221; cried the
+	rabbit gentleman, hardly awake yet. Then he
+	happened to think:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I hope it isn&#8217;t the bad fox, or the skillery-scalery
+	alligator, whom I have invited in. I
+	ought not to have been so quick.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>But it was none of these unpleasant creatures
+	who had knocked on Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s door. It
+	was Mrs. Purr, the nice cat lady, and when the
+	rabbit gentleman had let her in she looked so sad
+	and sorrowful that he said:</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page124" title="124"></a>&#8220;What is the matter, Mrs. Purr? Has anything
+	happened?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Indeed there has, Mr. Longears,&#8221; the cat
+	lady answered. &#8220;You know my three little kittens,
+	don&#8217;t you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, yes, I know them,&#8221; replied the bunny
+	uncle. &#8220;They are Fuzzo, Muzzo and Wuzzo.
+	I hope they are not ill?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, they are not ill,&#8221; said the cat lady, mewing
+	sadly, &#8220;but they have run away, and I came
+	to see if you would help me get them back.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Run away! Your dear little kittens!&#8221; cried
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;You don&#8217;t mean it! How
+	did it happen?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, you know my little kittens had each a
+	new pair of mittens,&#8221; said Mrs. Purr.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I read about that in the Mother Goose
+	book,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;It must be
+	nice to have new mittens.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My little kittens thought so,&#8221; went on Mrs.
+	Purr. &#8220;Their grandmother, Pussy Cat Mole,
+	knitted them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I have met Pussy Cat Mole,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;After she jumped over a coal, and
+	in her best petticoat burned a great hole, I helped
+	her mend it so she could go to the party.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I heard about that; it was very good of you,&#8221;
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page125" title="125"></a>mewed Mrs. Purr. &#8220;But about my little kittens,
+	when they got their mittens, what do you think
+	they did?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I suppose they went out and played in
+	the snow,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said. &#8220;I know that
+	is what I would have done, when I was a little
+	rabbit, if I had had a new pair of mittens.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I only wish they had done that,&#8221; Mrs. Purr
+	said. &#8220;But, instead, they went and ate some
+	cherry pie. The red pie-juice got all over their
+	new mittens, and when they saw it they became
+	afraid I would scold them, and they ran away.
+	I was not home when they ate the pie and soiled
+	their mittens, but the cat lady who lives next door
+	told me.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Now I want to know if you will try to find
+	my three little kittens for me; Fuzzo, Wuzzo
+	and Muzzo? I want them to come home so
+	badly!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll go look for them,&#8221; promised the old rabbit
+	gentleman. So taking his red, white and blue
+	rheumatism crutch, off he started over the fields
+	and through the woods. Mrs. Purr went back
+	home to get supper, in case her kittens, with
+	their pie-soiled mittens, should come back by
+	themselves before Uncle Wiggily found them.</p>
+
+	<p>On and on went the old rabbit gentleman.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page126" title="126"></a>He looked on all sides and through the middle
+	for any signs of the lost kittens, but he saw none
+	for quite a while. Then, all at once, he heard a
+	mewing sound over in the bushes, and he said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! There is the first little kitten!&#8221; And
+	there, surely enough she was&#8212;Fuzzo!</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; Fuzzo was saying, &#8220;I don&#8217;t believe
+	I&#8217;ll ever get them clean!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s the matter now?&#8221; asked the rabbit
+	gentleman, though he knew quite well what it
+	was, and only pretended he did not. &#8220;Who are
+	you and what is the matter?&#8221; he asked.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m in such trouble,&#8221; said the first little
+	kitten. &#8220;My sisters and I ate some pie in our
+	new mittens. We soiled them badly with the
+	red pie-juice. Weren&#8217;t we naughty kittens?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, perhaps just a little bit naughty,&#8221;
+	Uncle Wiggily said. &#8220;But you should not have
+	run away from your mamma. She feels very
+	badly. Where are Muzzo and Wuzzo?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know!&#8221; answered Fuzzo. &#8220;They
+	ran one way and I ran another. I&#8217;m trying to
+	get the pie-juice out of my mittens, but I can&#8217;t
+	seem to do it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How did you try?&#8221; Uncle Wiggily wanted
+	to know.</p>
+
+	<div class="illo">
+		<a class="pagenum" id="page127" title="127"></a>
+		<img src="images/fig128.jpg" width="500" height="743" alt="Uncle Wiggily meets a sad kitten sitting on a rock." />
+		<p class="caption">&#8220;Weren&#8217;t we naughty kittens?&#8221;</p>
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page128" title="128"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am rubbing my mittens up and down on
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page129" title="129"></a>the rough bark of trees and on stones,&#8221; answered
+	Fuzzo. &#8220;I thought that would take the pie
+	stains out, but it doesn&#8217;t.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Of course not!&#8221; laughed Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Now you come with me. I am going to take
+	you home. Your mother sent me to look for
+	you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, but I&#8217;m afraid to go home,&#8221; mewed
+	Fuzzo. &#8220;My mother will scold me for soiling
+	my nice, new mittens. It says so in the book.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, she won&#8217;t!&#8221; laughed Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;You just leave it to me. But first you come
+	to my hollow-stump bungalow.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So Fuzzo, the first little kitten, put one paw
+	in Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s, and carrying her mittens
+	in the other, along they went together.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Where are you, Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy?&#8221; called the rabbit gentleman, when
+	they reached his hollow-stump bungalow. &#8220;I
+	want you to make some nice, hot, soapy suds and
+	water, and wash this first little kitten&#8217;s mittens.
+	Then they will be clean, and she can take them
+	home with her.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the muskrat lady made some nice, hot, soap-bubbily
+	suds and in them she washed the kitten&#8217;s
+	mittens. Then, when they were dry, Uncle Wiggily
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page130" title="130"></a>took the mittens, and also Fuzzo to Mrs.
+	Purr&#8217;s house.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, how glad I am to have you back!&#8221; cried
+	the cat mother. &#8220;I wouldn&#8217;t have scolded you,
+	Fuzzo, for soiling your mittens. You must not
+	be afraid any more.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I won&#8217;t,&#8221; promised the first little kitten,
+	showing her nice, clean mittens.</p>
+
+	<p>And then Uncle Wiggily said he would go
+	find the other two lost baby cats. And so, if the
+	milkman doesn&#8217;t put goldfish in the ink bottle,
+	to make the puppy dog laugh when he goes to
+	bed, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and
+	the second kittie.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_18" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page131" title="131"></a>CHAPTER XVIII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SECOND KITTEN</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Well</span>, where are you going now, Uncle
+	Wiggily?&#8221; asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy,
+	the muskrat lady housekeeper, of the rabbit gentleman,
+	one day as she saw him starting out of
+	his hollow-stump bungalow, after he had found
+	the first of the little kittens who had soiled their
+	mittens.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am going to look for the second little lost
+	kitten,&#8221; replied the bunny uncle, &#8220;though where
+	she may be I don&#8217;t know. Her name is Muzzo.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, her name is almost like mine, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221;
+	asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;A little like it,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Poor
+	little Muzzo! She and the other two kittens ran
+	off after they had soiled their mittens, eating
+	cherry pie when their mother, Mrs. Purr, was
+	not at home.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It is very good of you to go looking for
+	them,&#8221; said Nurse Jane.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page132" title="132"></a>&#8220;Oh, I just love to do things like that,&#8221; spoke
+	the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;Well, good-by. I&#8217;ll see
+	if I can&#8217;t find the second kitten now.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Away started the rabbit gentleman, over the
+	fields and through the woods, looking on all
+	sides for the second lost kitten, whose name was
+	Muzzo.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Where are you, kittie?&#8221; called Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Where are you, Muzzo? Come to me!
+	Never mind if your mittens are soiled by cherry-pie-juice.
+	I&#8217;ll find a way to clean them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>But no Muzzo answered. Uncle Wiggily
+	looked everywhere, under bushes and in the tree
+	tops; for sometimes kitty cats climb trees, you
+	know; but no Muzzo could he find. Then
+	Uncle Wiggily walked a little farther, and he
+	saw Billie Wagtail, the goat boy, butting his
+	head in a snow-bank.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What are you doing, Billie?&#8221; asked the rabbit
+	gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, just having some fun,&#8221; answered Billie,
+	standing up on his hind legs.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You haven&#8217;t seen a little lost kitten, with
+	cherry-pie-juice on her new mittens, have you?&#8221;
+	asked the rabbit gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, I am sorry to say I have not,&#8221; said Billie,
+	politely. &#8220;Did you lose one?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page133" title="133"></a>&#8220;No, she lost herself,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	and he told about Muzzo.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll help you look for her,&#8221; offered the goat
+	boy, so he and Uncle Wiggily started off together
+	to try to find poor little lost Muzzo, and
+	bring her home to her mother, Mrs. Purr.</p>
+
+	<p>Pretty soon, as the rabbit gentleman and the
+	goat boy were walking along they heard a little
+	mewing cry behind a pile of snow, and Uncle
+	Wiggily said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That sounds like Muzzo now.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Perhaps it is. Let&#8217;s look,&#8221; said Billie Wagtail.</p>
+
+	<p>He and the bunny uncle looked over the pile
+	of snow, and there, surely enough, they saw a
+	little white pussy cat sitting on a stone, looking
+	at her mittens, which were all covered with red
+	pie-juice.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; the little pussy was saying.
+	&#8220;I don&#8217;t know how to get them clean! What
+	shall I do? I can&#8217;t go home with my mittens all
+	soiled, or my mamma will whip me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Of course, Mrs. Purr, the cat lady, would not
+	do anything like that, but Muzzo thought she
+	would.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What are you trying to do to clean your
+	mittens, Muzzo?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page134" title="134"></a>&#8220;Oh, how you surprised me!&#8221; exclaimed the
+	second little lost kitten. &#8220;I did not know you
+	were here.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Billie Wagtail and I came to look for you,&#8221;
+	said Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;But what about your
+	mittens?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I have been dipping them in snow, trying
+	to clean them,&#8221; said Muzzo. &#8220;Only the
+	pie-juice will not come out.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Of course not,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily, with
+	a laugh. &#8220;It needs hot soap-suds and water to
+	clean them. You come home to my bungalow
+	and we will get some.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I am so cold and tired I can&#8217;t go another
+	step,&#8221; said the second little kitten, who had run
+	away from home after she soiled her mittens.
+	&#8220;I just can&#8217;t.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, then, I don&#8217;t know how you are going
+	to get your mittens washed, out here in the cold
+	and snow,&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! I know a way!&#8221; said Billie Wagtail,
+	the goat boy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll get an empty tomato can,&#8221; spoke Billie.
+	&#8220;I know where there is one, for I was eating
+	the paper off it, to get the paste, just before you
+	came along.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page135" title="135"></a>Goats like to eat paper off tomato cans, you
+	know, because the paper is stuck on with sweet
+	paste, and that is as good to goat children as
+	candy is to you.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll go get the tomato can,&#8221; said Billie, &#8220;and
+	you can make a fire, Uncle Wiggily.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And then what?&#8221; asked the rabbit gentleman.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then we will melt some snow, and make
+	some hot water,&#8221; went on Billie. &#8220;I have a cake
+	of soap in my pocket, that I just bought at the
+	store for my mother.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;With the hot water in the can, and the soap,
+	we can make a suds, and wash Muzzo&#8217;s mittens
+	out here as well as at your bungalow.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;So we can, Billie!&#8221; cried the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;You go get the empty tomato tin and I&#8217;ll make
+	the fire. You needn&#8217;t try to wash your soiled
+	mittens in the snow any more, Muzzo,&#8221; he said
+	to the second lost kittie. &#8220;We will do it for you,
+	in soapy water, which is better.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Soon Uncle Wiggily made a fire. Back came
+	Billie Wagtail with the tomato can. Some snow
+	was put in it, and it was set over the blaze. Soon
+	the snow melted into water, and then when the
+	water was hot Uncle Wiggily made a soapy suds
+	as Nurse Jane had done.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page136" title="136"></a>&#8220;Now I can wash my mittens!&#8221; cried Muzzo,
+	and she did. And when they were nice and
+	clean she went home with them, and oh! how
+	glad her mother was to see her!</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Never run away again, Muzzo,&#8221; said the
+	cat lady.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I won&#8217;t,&#8221; promised the kitten. &#8220;But where
+	is Wuzzo?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;She is still lost,&#8221; said Mrs. Purr.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But I will go find her, too,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>And if the apple pie doesn&#8217;t go out snowballing
+	with the piece of cheese, and forget to come
+	back to dinner, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle
+	Wiggily and the third little kitten.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_19" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page137" title="137"></a>CHAPTER XIX<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE THIRD KITTEN</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily Longears</span>, the nice old
+	gentleman rabbit, came walking slowly up the
+	front path that led to his hollow-stump bungalow.
+	He was limping a little on his red, white
+	and blue striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch
+	that Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
+	lady housekeeper, had gnawed for him out of a
+	corn-stalk.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I&#8217;m glad to be home again,&#8221; said the
+	rabbit uncle, sitting down on the front porch to
+	rest a minute. And just then the door in the
+	hollow stump opened, and Nurse Jane, looking
+	out, said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, here he is now, Mrs. Purr.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>With that a cat lady came to the door and she
+	said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily! I thought you never
+	would come back. Did you find her?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Find who?&#8221; asked the rabbit gentleman.
+	&#8220;I was not looking for any one. I have just
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page138" title="138"></a>been down to Lincoln Park to see some squirrels
+	who live in a hollow tree. They are second
+	cousins to Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the
+	squirrels who live in our woods. I had a nice
+	visit with them.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then you didn&#8217;t find Wuzzo, my third little
+	lost kitten, did you?&#8221; asked Mrs. Purr, the cat
+	mother.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What! Is Wuzzo still lost?&#8221; asked the
+	bunny uncle, in great surprise. &#8220;I thought she
+	had come home.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, she hasn&#8217;t,&#8221; said Mrs. Purr. &#8220;You
+	know you found my other kittens, Fuzzo
+	and Muzzo, for me, but Wuzzo, the third little
+	kitten, is still lost. She has been away all night,
+	and I came over here the first thing this morning
+	to see if you would not kindly go look for her.
+	But you had already left and I have been waiting
+	here ever since for you to come back.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I stayed longer with the park squirrels
+	than I meant to,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;But
+	now I am back I will start off and try to find
+	Wuzzo. It&#8217;s too bad your three little kittens ran
+	away.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>They had, you know, as I told you in the two
+	stories before this one. The three little kittens
+	ate cherry pie with their new mittens on. And
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page139" title="139"></a>they soiled their mittens. Then they were so
+	afraid their mother, Mrs. Purr, would scold
+	them that they all ran away.</p>
+
+	<p>But Mrs. Purr was a kind cat, and would not
+	have scolded at all. And when she found her
+	little kittens were gone she asked Uncle Wiggily
+	to find them.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And you did find the first two, Fuzzo and
+	Muzzo,&#8221; said the cat lady. &#8220;So I am sure you
+	can find the third one, Wuzzo.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I hope I can,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said. &#8220;I remember
+	now I started off to find her, but my
+	rheumatism hurt me so I had to come back to
+	my bungalow. Then I forgot all about Wuzzo.
+	But I&#8217;m all right now, and I&#8217;ll start off.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So away over the fields and through the woods
+	went Uncle Wiggily, looking for the third little
+	lost kitten. When he had found the two others
+	he had helped them wash the pie-juice off their
+	mittens, so they were nice and clean. And then
+	the kittens were not afraid to go home.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily looked all over for the third
+	little kitten, under bushes, up in trees (for cats
+	climb trees, you know), and even behind big
+	rocks Uncle Wiggily looked. But no Wuzzo
+	could he find.</p>
+
+	<p>At last, when the rabbit gentleman came to a
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page140" title="140"></a>big hollow log that was lying on the ground, he
+	sat down on it to rest, and, all of a sudden, he
+	heard a voice inside the log speaking. And the
+	voice asked:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ve been to London to see the Queen,&#8221; answered
+	another voice.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you do
+	there?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I frightened a little mouse, under her chair,&#8221;
+	came the answer, and this time it was a little
+	pussy cat kitten speaking, Uncle Wiggily was
+	certain.</p>
+
+	<p>The old rabbit gentleman looked in one end
+	of the hollow log, and there surely enough, he
+	saw Wuzzo, the third lost kitten.</p>
+
+	<p>And besides Wuzzo, Uncle Wiggily saw
+	Neddie Stubtail, the little bear boy, who always
+	slept in a hollow log all Winter. But this time
+	Neddie was awake, for it was near Spring.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Wuzzo, Wuzzo! Is that you? What are
+	you doing there?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;Don&#8217;t you know your poor mother is looking
+	all over for you, and that she has sent me to
+	find you? Why don&#8217;t you come home?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8212;I&#8217;m afraid to,&#8221; said Wuzzo, crawling
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page141" title="141"></a>out of the hollow log, and Neddie, the boy bear
+	also crawled out, saying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hello, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How do you do, Neddie,&#8221; spoke the bunny
+	uncle. &#8220;How long has Wuzzo been staying
+	with you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;She just ran in my hollow log,&#8221; said the little
+	bear chap, &#8220;and her tail, brushing against my
+	nose, tickled me so that I sneezed and awakened
+	from my Winter sleep.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Where have you been all night, since you
+	ran away, Wuzzo?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well,&#8221; answered the third little kitten.
+	&#8220;After Fuzzo, Muzzo and I soiled our mittens
+	with cherry pie we all ran away.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I know that part,&#8221; spoke the bunny
+	uncle. &#8220;It was not right to do, but I have found
+	the two other lost kitties. I couldn&#8217;t find you,
+	though. Why was that?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Because I met Mother Goose,&#8221; said Wuzzo,
+	&#8220;and she asked me to go to London to see the
+	Queen. She took me through the air on the
+	back of her big gander, and we flew as quickly
+	as you could have gone in your airship.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You went to London to see the Queen!&#8221; exclaimed
+	Uncle Wiggily, in surprise. &#8220;Well,
+	well! What did you do there?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page142" title="142"></a>&#8220;I frightened a little mouse under her chair,
+	just as Mother Goose wanted me to do,&#8221; said
+	Wuzzo. &#8220;Then the big gander flew with me to
+	these woods and went back to get Mother Goose,
+	who stayed to talk with the Queen. So here I
+	am, but I don&#8217;t know the way home.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;ll take you home all right,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;But first we must wash your mittens.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I did that for her, in the log,&#8221; said Neddie
+	Stubtail, laughing. &#8220;With my red tongue
+	I licked off all the sweet cherry-pie-juice, which
+	I liked very much. So, now the mittens are
+	clean.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Good!&#8221; cried the bunny uncle. &#8220;Now we
+	will go to your mother, Wuzzo. She will be
+	glad to know that you frightened a little mouse
+	under the Queen&#8217;s chair.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So Uncle Wiggily took the third little kitten
+	home, and thus they were all found. And if the
+	cat on our roof doesn&#8217;t jump down the chimney,
+	and scare the lemon pie so it turns into an apple
+	dumpling, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily
+	and the Jack horse.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_20" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page143" title="143"></a>CHAPTER XX<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE JACK HORSE</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Well</span>, where are you going to-day, Uncle
+	Wiggily?&#8221; asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy, the muskrat
+	lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit
+	gentleman putting on his tall silk hat, and taking
+	his red, white and blue striped rheumatism
+	crutch down off the mantel.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am going over to see Nannie and Billy
+	Wagtail, the goat children,&#8221; answered the bunny
+	uncle. &#8220;I have not seen them in a long while.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But they&#8217;ll be at school,&#8221; said Nurse Jane.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll wait until they come home, then,&#8221; said
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;And while I&#8217;m waiting I&#8217;ll
+	talk to Uncle Butter, the nice old gentleman
+	goat.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So off started Uncle Wiggily over the fields
+	and through the woods.</p>
+
+	<p>Pretty soon he came to the house where the
+	family of Wagtail goats lived. They were given
+	that name because they wagged their little short
+	tails so very fast, sometimes up and down, and
+	again sideways.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page144" title="144"></a>&#8220;Why, how do you do, Uncle Wiggily?&#8221;
+	asked Mrs. Wagtail, as she opened the door for
+	the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;Come and sit down.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; he answered. &#8220;I called to see
+	Nannie and Billie. But I suppose they are at
+	school.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, they are studying their lessons.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I&#8217;ll come in then, and talk to Uncle
+	Butter, for I suppose you are busy.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I am, but not too busy to talk to you,
+	Mr. Longears,&#8221; said the goat lady. &#8220;Uncle
+	Butter is away, pasting up some circus posters
+	on the billboard, and I wish he&#8217;d come back, for
+	I want him to go to the store for me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Couldn&#8217;t I go?&#8221; asked Uncle Wiggily, politely.
+	&#8220;I have nothing special to do, and I often
+	go to the store for Nurse Jane. I&#8217;d like to go
+	for you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Very well, you may,&#8221; said Mrs. Wagtail.
+	&#8220;I want for supper some papers off a tomato
+	can, and a few more off a can of corn, and here
+	is a basket to put them in. And you might bring
+	a bit of brown paper, so I can make soup of it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily, starting off
+	with the basket on his paw. Goats, you know,
+	like the papers that come off cans, as the papers
+	have sweet paste on them. And they also like
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page145" title="145"></a>brown grocery paper itself, for it has straw in
+	it, and goats like straw. Of course, goats eat
+	other things besides paper, though.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily was going carefully along,
+	for there was ice and snow on the ground, and
+	it was slippery, and he did not want to fall. Soon
+	he was at the paper store, where he bought what
+	Mrs. Wagtail wanted.</p>
+
+	<p>And on the way back to the goat lady&#8217;s house
+	something happened to the old rabbit gentleman.
+	As he stepped over a big icicle he put his foot
+	down on a slippery snowball some little animal
+	chap had left on the path, and, all of a sudden,
+	bango! down went Uncle Wiggily, basket of
+	paper, rheumatism crutch and all.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ouch!&#8221; cried the rabbit gentleman, &#8220;I fear
+	something is broken,&#8221; for he heard a cracking
+	sound as he fell.</p>
+
+	<p>He looked at his paws and legs and felt of
+	his big ears. They seemed all right. Then he
+	looked at the basket of paper. That was
+	crumpled up, but not broken, and the bunny
+	uncle&#8217;s tall silk hat, while it had a few dents in,
+	was not smashed.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! It&#8217;s my rheumatism crutch,&#8221;
+	cried Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;It&#8217;s broken in two,
+	and how am I ever going to walk without it
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page146" title="146"></a>this slippery day I don&#8217;t see. Oh, my goodness
+	me sakes alive and some bang-bang tooth powder!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Carefully the rabbit gentleman arose, but as
+	he had no red, white and blue striped crutch to
+	lean on, he nearly fell again.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I guess I&#8217;d better stay sitting down,&#8221; thought
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Perhaps some one may come
+	along, and I can ask them go get Nurse Jane
+	to gnaw for me another rheumatism crutch out
+	of a corn-stalk. I&#8217;ll wait here until help comes.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily waited quite a while, but no
+	one passed by.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It will soon be time for Billie and Nannie
+	Wagtail to pass by on their way from school,&#8221;
+	thought the bunny uncle. &#8220;I could send them
+	for another crutch, I suppose.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So he waited a little longer, and then, as no one
+	came, he tried to walk with his broken crutch.
+	But he could not. Then Uncle Wiggily cried:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Help! Help! Help!&#8221; but still no one
+	came. &#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; said the rabbit gentleman,
+	&#8220;if only Mother Goose would fly past, riding
+	on the back of her gander, she might take me
+	home.&#8221; He looked up, but Mother Goose was
+	not sweeping cobwebs out of the sky that day,
+	so he did not see her.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page147" title="147"></a>Then, all of a sudden, as the rabbit gentleman
+	sat there, wondering how he was going to
+	walk on the slippery ice and snow without his
+	crutch to help him, he heard a jolly voice singing:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;Ride a Jack horse to Banbury Cross,</p>
+		<p>To see an old lady jump on a white horse.</p>
+		<p>With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,</p>
+		<p>She shall have music wherever she goes.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>And with that along through the woods came
+	riding a nice, old lady on a rocking-horse. And
+	on the side of the rocking-horse was painted in
+	red ink the name:</p>
+
+	<p class="centered">JACK</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, hello, Uncle Wiggily!&#8221; called the
+	nice old lady, shaking her toes and making the
+	bells jingle a pretty tune. &#8220;What is the matter
+	with you?&#8221; she asked.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I am in such trouble,&#8221; replied the bunny
+	uncle. &#8220;I fell down on a slippery snowball, and
+	broke my crutch. Without it I cannot walk,
+	and I want to take these papers to Mrs. Wagtail,
+	the goat lady, to eat.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page148" title="148"></a>&#8220;Ha! If that is all your trouble I can soon
+	fix matters!&#8221; cried the jolly old lady. &#8220;Here,
+	get up beside me on my Jack horse, and I&#8217;ll ride
+	you to Mrs. Wagtail&#8217;s, and then take you home
+	to your hollow-stump bungalow.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, will you? How kind!&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;Thank you! But have you the
+	time?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Lots of time,&#8221; laughed the old lady. &#8220;It
+	doesn&#8217;t really matter when I get to Banbury
+	Cross. Come on!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily got up on the back of the
+	Jack horse, behind the old lady. She tinkled
+	the rings on her fingers and jingled the bells on
+	her toes, and so, of course, she&#8217;ll have music
+	wherever she goes.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Just as the Mother Goose books says,&#8221; spoke
+	the bunny uncle. &#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m glad you came
+	along.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;So am I,&#8221; said the nice old lady. Then she
+	took Uncle Wiggily to the Wagtail house,
+	where he left the basket of papers, and next he
+	rode on the Jack horse to his bungalow, and,
+	after the bunny uncle had thanked the old lady,
+	she, herself, rode on to Banbury Cross, to see
+	another old lady jump on a white horse. And
+	very nicely she did it too, let me tell you.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page149" title="149"></a>So everything came out all right, and in the
+	next chapter, if the apple pie doesn&#8217;t turn a
+	somersault and crack its crust so the juice runs
+	out, I&#8217;ll tell you about Uncle Wiggily and the
+	clock-mouse.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_21" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page150" title="150"></a>CHAPTER XXI<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CLOCK-MOUSE</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily Longears</span>, the nice old rabbit
+	gentleman, sat in an easy chair in his hollow-stump
+	bungalow. He had just eaten a nice
+	lunch, which Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the
+	muskrat lady housekeeper, had put on the table
+	for him, and he was feeling a bit sleepy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Are you going out this afternoon?&#8221; asked
+	Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy, as she cleared away the
+	dishes.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hum! Ho! Well, I hardly know,&#8221; Uncle
+	Wiggily answered, in a sleepy voice. &#8220;I may,
+	after I have a little nap.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Your new red, white and blue striped
+	rheumatism crutch is ready for you,&#8221; went on
+	Nurse Jane. &#8220;I gnawed it for you out of a fine
+	large corn-stalk.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily had broken his other crutch,
+	if you will kindly remember, when he slipped
+	as he was coming back from the store, where
+	he went for Mrs. Wagtail, the goat lady. And
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page151" title="151"></a>it was so slippery that the rabbit gentleman
+	never would have gotten home, only he rode
+	on a Jack horse with the lady, who had rings
+	on her fingers and bells on her toes, as I told you
+	in the story before this one.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you for making me a new crutch,
+	Nurse Jane,&#8221; spoke the bunny uncle. &#8220;If I go
+	out I&#8217;ll take it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then he went to sleep in his easy chair, but
+	he was suddenly awakened by hearing the
+	bungalow clock strike one. Then, as he sat up
+	and rubbed his eyes with his paws, Uncle Wiggily
+	heard a thumping noise on the hall floor
+	and a little voice squeaked out:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ouch! I&#8217;ve hurt my leg! Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My! I wonder what that can be? It
+	seemed to come out of my clock,&#8221; spoke Mr.
+	Longears.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I did come out of your clock,&#8221; said some
+	one.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You did? Who are you, if you please?&#8221;
+	asked the bunny uncle, looking all around. &#8220;I
+	can&#8217;t see you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s because I&#8217;m so small,&#8221; was the answer.
+	&#8220;But here I am, right by the table. I
+	can&#8217;t walk as my leg is hurt.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily looked, and saw a little mouse,
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page152" title="152"></a>who was holding his left hind leg in his right
+	front paw.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Who are you?&#8221; asked the bunny uncle.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse,&#8221;
+	was the answer. &#8220;And I am a clock-mouse.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;A clock-mouse!&#8221; exclaimed Uncle Wiggily,
+	in surprise. &#8220;I never heard of such a
+	thing.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, don&#8217;t you remember me? I&#8217;m in
+	Mother Goose&#8217;s book. This is how it goes:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;&#8216;Hickory Dickory Dock,</p>
+		<p>The mouse ran up the clock.</p>
+		<p>The clock struck one,</p>
+		<p>And down he come,</p>
+		<p>Hickory Dickory Dock!&#8217;&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, now I remember you,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;And so you are a clock-mouse.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I ran up your clock, and then when the
+	clock struck one, down I had to come. But I
+	ran down so fast that I tripped over the pendulum.
+	The clock reached down its hands and
+	tried to catch me, but it had no eyes in its face
+	to see me, so I slipped, anyhow, and I hurt my
+	leg.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m sorry to hear that,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page153" title="153"></a>&#8220;Perhaps I can fix it for you. Nurse
+	Jane, bring me some salve for Hickory Dickory
+	Dock, the clock-mouse,&#8221; he called.</p>
+
+	<p>The muskrat lady brought some salve, and,
+	with a rag, Uncle Wiggily bound up the leg of
+	the clock-mouse so it did not hurt so much.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And I&#8217;ll lend you a piece of my old crutch,
+	so you can hobble along on it,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; spoke Hickory Dickory Dock,
+	the clock-mouse. &#8220;You have been very kind
+	to me, and some day, I hope, I may do you a
+	favor. If I can I will.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said. Then
+	Hickory Dickory Dock limped away, but in a
+	few days he was better, and he could run up
+	more clocks, and run down when they struck
+	one.</p>
+
+	<p>It was about a week after this that Uncle Wiggily
+	went walking through the woods on his
+	way to see Grandfather Goosey Gander. And
+	just before he reached his friend&#8217;s house he met
+	Mother Goose.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; she said, swinging
+	her cobweb broom up and down, &#8220;I want to
+	thank you for being so kind to Hickory Dickory
+	Dock, the clock-mouse.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page154" title="154"></a>&#8220;It was a pleasure to be kind to him,&#8221; said
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;Is he all better now?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, he is all well again,&#8221; replied Mother
+	Goose. &#8220;He is coming to run up and down
+	your clock again soon.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll be glad to see him,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	Then he went to call on Grandpa Goosey,
+	and he told about Hickory Dickory Dock, falling
+	down from out the clock.</p>
+
+	<p>On his way back to his hollow-stump bungalow,
+	Uncle Wiggily took a short cut through
+	the woods. And, as he was passing along, his
+	paw slipped and he became all tangled up in a
+	wild grape vine, which was like a lot of ropes, all
+	twisted together into hard knots.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I&#8217;m
+	caught!&#8221; The more he tried to untangle himself
+	the tighter he was held fast, until it seemed
+	he would never get out.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh!&#8221; cried the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;This
+	is terrible. Will no one come to get me out?
+	Help! Help! Will some one please help me?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I will help you, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; answered
+	a kind, little squeaking voice.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Who are you?&#8221; asked the rabbit gentleman,
+	moving a piece of the grape vine away from his
+	nose, so he could speak plainly.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page155" title="155"></a>&#8220;I am Hickory Dickory Dock, the clock-mouse,&#8221;
+	was the answer, &#8220;and with my sharp
+	teeth I will gnaw the grape vine in many pieces
+	so you will be free.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That will be very kind of you,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily, who was quite tired out with his struggles
+	to get loose.</p>
+
+	<p>So Hickory Dickory Dock, with his sharp
+	teeth, gnawed the grape vine, and, in a little
+	while, Uncle Wiggily was loose and all right
+	again.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; said the bunny uncle to the
+	clock-mouse, as he hopped off, and Hickory
+	Dickory Dock went with him, for his leg was
+	all better now. &#8220;Thank you very much, nice
+	little clock-mouse.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You did me a favor,&#8221; said Hickory Dickory
+	Dock, &#8220;and now I have done you one, so we are
+	even.&#8221; And that&#8217;s a good way to be in this
+	world. So, if the ink bottle doesn&#8217;t turn pale
+	when it sees the fountain pen jump in the goldfish
+	bowl and swim I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle
+	Wiggily and the late scholar.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_22" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page156" title="156"></a>CHAPTER XXII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE LATE SCHOLAR</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Heigh-ho</span>!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily Longears,
+	the nice rabbit gentleman, one morning,
+	as he hopped from bed and went to the window
+	of his hollow-stump bungalow to look out.
+	&#8220;Heigh-ho! It will soon be Spring, I hope, for
+	I am tired of Winter.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then he went down-stairs, where Nurse Jane
+	Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper,
+	had his breakfast ready on the table.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily ate some cabbage pancakes
+	with carrot maple sugar sprinkled over them,
+	and then as he wiped his whiskers on his red
+	tongue, which he used for a napkin, and as he
+	twinkled his pink nose to see if it was all right,
+	Nurse Jane said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yesterday, Uncle Wiggily, you told me you
+	would like me to make some lettuce cakes today;
+	did you not?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I did,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily, sort of
+	slow and solemn like. &#8220;But what is the matter,
+	Nurse Jane? I hope you are not going to tell
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page157" title="157"></a>me that you cannot, or will not, make those lettuce
+	cakes.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;ll make them, all right enough,
+	Wiggy,&#8221; the muskrat lady answered, &#8220;only I
+	have no lettuce. You will have to go to the store
+	for me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And right gladly will I go!&#8221; exclaimed the
+	bunny uncle, speaking like some one in an old-fashioned
+	story book. &#8220;I&#8217;ll get my automobile
+	out and go at once.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily had not used his machine
+	often that Winter, as there had been so much
+	snow and ice. But now it was getting close to
+	Spring and the weather was very nice. There
+	was no snow in the woods and fields, though,
+	of course, some might fall later.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It will do my auto good to have me ride in
+	it,&#8221; said the bunny uncle. He blew some hot air
+	in the bologna sausage tires, put some talcum
+	powder on the steering-wheel so it would not
+	catch cold, and then, having tickled the whizzicum-whazzicum
+	with a goose feather, away
+	he started for the lettuce store.</p>
+
+	<p>It did not take him long to get there, and, having
+	bought a nice head of the green stuff, the
+	bunny uncle started back again for his hollow-stump
+	bungalow.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page158" title="158"></a>&#8220;Nurse Jane will make some fine lettuce
+	cakes, with clover ice cream cones on top,&#8221; he
+	said to himself, as he hurried along in his automobile.</p>
+
+	<p>He had not gone very far, and he was about
+	halfway home, when from behind a bush he
+	heard the sound of crying. Now, whenever
+	Uncle Wiggily heard any one crying he knew
+	some one was in trouble, and as he always tried
+	to help those in trouble, he did it this time.
+	Stopping his automobile, he called:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Who are you, and what is the matter? Perhaps
+	I can help you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Out from behind the bush came a boy, a nice
+	sort of boy, except that he was crying.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, are you Simple Simon?&#8221; asked Uncle
+	Wiggily, &#8220;and are you crying because you cannot
+	catch a whale in your mother&#8217;s water pail?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No; I am not Simple Simon,&#8221; was the answer
+	of the boy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, you cannot be Jack Horner, because
+	you have no pie with you, and you&#8217;re not Little
+	Boy Blue, because I see you wear a red necktie,&#8221;
+	went on the bunny uncle. &#8220;Do you belong to
+	Mother Goose at all?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<div class="illo">
+		<a class="pagenum" id="page159" title="159"></a>
+		<img src="images/fig160.jpg" width="500" height="716" alt="Uncle Wiggily and a boy are in a car." />
+		<!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page160" title="160"></a>[Blank Page] -->
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; answered the boy. &#8220;I do. You must
+	have heard about me. I am Diller-a-Dollar, a
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page161" title="161"></a>ten o&#8217;clock scholar, why do you come so soon?
+	I used to come at ten o&#8217;clock, but now I&#8217;ll come
+	at noon. Don&#8217;t you know me?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! Why, of course, I know you!&#8221; cried
+	Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly voice, as he put some
+	lollypop oil on the doodle-oodleum of his auto.
+	&#8220;But, why are you crying?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Because I&#8217;m going to be late at school
+	again,&#8221; said the boy. &#8220;You see of late I have
+	been late a good many mornings, but this morning
+	I got up early, and was sure I would get
+	there before noon.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And so you will, if you hurry,&#8221; Uncle Wiggily
+	said, looking at his watch, that was a cousin
+	to the clock, up which, and down which, ran
+	Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse. &#8220;It isn&#8217;t
+	anywhere near noon yet,&#8221; went on the rabbit
+	gentleman. &#8220;You can almost get to school on
+	time this morning.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I suppose I could,&#8221; said the boy, &#8220;and I
+	got up early on purpose to do that. But now
+	I have lost my way, and I don&#8217;t know where the
+	school is. Oh, dear! Boo hoo! I&#8217;ll never get
+	to school this week, I fear.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, you will!&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily,
+	still more kindly. &#8220;I&#8217;ll tell you what to do.
+	Hop up in the automobile here with me, and I&#8217;ll
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page162" title="162"></a>take you to the school. I know just where it is.
+	Sammie and Susie Littletail, my rabbit friends,
+	and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrels,
+	as well as Nannie and Billie Wagtail, the goats,
+	go there. Hop in!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So Diller-a-Dollar, the late scholar, hopped in
+	the auto, and he and Uncle Wiggily started off
+	together.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You&#8217;ll not be late this morning,&#8221; said the
+	bunny uncle. &#8220;I&#8217;ll get you there just about nine
+	o&#8217;clock.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Well, Uncle Wiggily meant to do it, and he
+	might have, only for what happened. First a
+	hungry dog bit a piece out of one of the bologna
+	sausage tires on the auto wheels, and they had
+	to go slower. Then a hungry cat took another
+	piece and they had to go still more slowly.</p>
+
+	<p>A little farther on the tinkerum-tankerum of
+	the automobile, which drinks gasolene, grew
+	thirsty and Uncle Wiggily had to give it a glass
+	of lemonade. This took more time.</p>
+
+	<p>And finally when the machine went over a
+	bump the cork came out of the box of talcum
+	powder and it flew in the face of Uncle Wiggily
+	and the late scholar and they both sneezed
+	so hard that the auto stopped.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;See! I told you we&#8217;d never get to school,&#8221;
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page163" title="163"></a>sadly said the boy. &#8220;Oh, dear! And I thought
+	this time teacher would not laugh, and ask me
+	why I came so soon, when I was really late.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s too bad!&#8221; Uncle Wiggily said. &#8220;I did
+	hope I could get you there on time. But wait a
+	minute. Let me think. Ha! I have it! We
+	are close to my bungalow. We&#8217;ll run there and
+	get in my airship. That goes ever so much faster
+	than my auto, and I&#8217;ll have you to school in no
+	time.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>No sooner said than done! In the airship the
+	late scholar and Uncle Wiggily reached school
+	just as the nine o&#8217;clock bell was ringing, and so
+	Diller-a-Dollar was on time this time after all.
+	And the teacher said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Diller-a-Dollar, my ten o&#8217;clock scholar,
+	you may stand up in line. You used to come in
+	very late, but now you come at nine.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the late scholar was not late after all, thanks
+	to Uncle Wiggily, and if the egg beater doesn&#8217;t
+	go to sleep in the rice pudding, where it can&#8217;t
+	get out to go sleigh-riding with the potato
+	masher, I&#8217;ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily
+	and Baa-Baa, the black sheep.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_23" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page164" title="164"></a>CHAPTER XXIII<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND BAA-BAA BLACK SHEEP</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">My</span> goodness! But it&#8217;s cold to-day!&#8221; exclaimed
+	Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice rabbit
+	gentleman, as he came down to breakfast in
+	his hollow-stump bungalow one morning. &#8220;It
+	is very cold.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Indeed it is,&#8221; said Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she
+	put the hot buttered cabbage cakes on the table.
+	&#8220;If you go out you had better wear your fur
+	coat.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I shall,&#8221; spoke the bunny uncle. &#8220;And I
+	probably shall call on Mother Goose. She asked
+	me to stop in the next time I went past.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What for?&#8221; Nurse Jane wanted to know.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Little Jack Horner hurt his thumb the
+	last time he pulled a plum out of his Christmas
+	pie, and Mother Goose wanted me to look at
+	it, and see if she had better call in Dr. Possum.
+	So I&#8217;ll stop and have a look.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page165" title="165"></a>&#8220;Well, give her my love,&#8221; said Nurse Jane,
+	and Uncle Wiggily promised that he would.</p>
+
+	<p>A little later he started off across the fields and
+	through the woods to the place where Mother
+	Goose lived, not far from his own hollow-stump
+	bungalow. Uncle Wiggily had on his fur overcoat,
+	for it was cold. It had been warm the day
+	before, when he had taken Diller-a-Dollar, the
+	ten o&#8217;clock scholar, to school, but now the
+	weather had turned cold again.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Come in!&#8221; called Mother Goose, when
+	Uncle Wiggily had tapped with his paw on her
+	door. &#8220;Come in!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>The bunny uncle went in, and looked at the
+	thumb of Little Jack Horner, who was playing
+	marbles with Little Boy Blue.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Does your thumb hurt you much, Jack?&#8221;
+	asked Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I am sorry to say it does. I&#8217;m not going
+	to pull any more plums out of Christmas pies.
+	I&#8217;m going to eat cake instead,&#8221; said Jack Horner.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I&#8217;ll go get Dr. Possum for you,&#8221; offered
+	Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I think that will be
+	best,&#8221; he remarked to Mother Goose.</p>
+
+	<p>Wrapped in his warm fur overcoat, Uncle
+	Wiggily once more started off over the fields
+	and through the woods. He had not gone very
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page166" title="166"></a>far before he heard a queer sort of crying noise,
+	like:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Baa! Baa! Baa!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha! That sounds like a little lost lamb,&#8221;
+	said the bunny uncle, &#8220;only there are no little
+	lambs out this time of year. I&#8217;ll take a look. It
+	may be some one in trouble, whom I can help.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily looked around the corner of
+	a stone fence, and there he saw a sheep shivering
+	in the cold, for most of his warm, fleecy wool
+	had been sheared off. Oh! how the sheep shivered
+	in the cold.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, what is the matter with you?&#8221; asked
+	Uncle Wiggily, kindly.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am c-c-c-c-cold,&#8221; said the sheep, shiveringly.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What makes you cold?&#8221; the bunny uncle
+	wanted to know.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Because they cut off so much of my wool.
+	You know how it is with me, for I am in the
+	Mother Goose book. Listen!</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;&#8216;Baa-baa, black sheep, have you any wool?</p>
+		<p>Yes, sir; yes, sir; three bags full.</p>
+		<p>One for the master, one for the man,</p>
+		<p>And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page167" title="167"></a>&#8220;That&#8217;s the way I answered when they asked
+	me if I had any wool,&#8221; said Baa-baa.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And what did they do?&#8221; asked the bunny
+	uncle.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why they sheared off my fleece, three bags
+	of it. I didn&#8217;t mind them taking the first bag
+	full, for I had plenty and it was so warm I
+	thought Spring was coming. And it doesn&#8217;t
+	hurt to cut off my fleecy wool, any more than it
+	hurts to cut a boy&#8217;s hair. And after they took
+	the first bag full of wool for the master they took
+	a second bag for the man. I didn&#8217;t mind that,
+	either. But when they took the <span class="keep_together">third&#8212;&#8212;</span>&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Then they really did take three?&#8221; asked
+	Uncle Wiggily, in surprise.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, to be sure. Why it&#8217;s that way in
+	the book of Mother Goose, you know, and they
+	had to do just as the book says.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I suppose so,&#8221; agreed Uncle Wiggily, sadly
+	like.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, after they took the third bag of wool
+	off my back the weather grew colder, and I began
+	to shiver. Oh! how cold I was; and how
+	I shivered and shook. Of course if the master
+	and the man, and the little boy who lives in the
+	lane, had known I was going to shiver so, they
+	would not have taken the last bag of wool.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page168" title="168"></a>Especially the little boy, as he is very kind to
+	me.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;But now it is done, and it will be a long
+	while before my wool grows out again. And as
+	long as it is cold weather I will shiver, I suppose,&#8221;
+	said Baa-baa, the black sheep.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, you shall not shiver!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How can you stop me?&#8221; asked the black
+	sheep.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;By wrapping my old fur coat around you,&#8221;
+	said the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;I have two fur
+	overcoats, a new one and an old one. I am wearing
+	the new one. The old one is at my hollow-stump
+	bungalow. You go there and tell Nurse
+	Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy to give it to you. Tell her I
+	said so. Or you can go there and wait for me,
+	as I am going to get Dr. Possum to fix the thumb
+	of Little Jack Horner, who sat in a corner, eating
+	a Christmas pie.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;You are very kind,&#8221; said Baa-baa. &#8220;I&#8217;ll go
+	to your bungalow and wait there for you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So he did, shaking and shivering all the way,
+	but he soon became warm when he sat by Nurse
+	Jane&#8217;s fire. And when Uncle Wiggily came
+	back from having sent Dr. Possum to Little Jack
+	Horner, the rabbit gentleman wrapped his old
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page169" title="169"></a>fur coat around Baa-baa, the black sheep, who
+	was soon as warm as toast.</p>
+
+	<p>And Baa-baa wore Uncle Wiggily&#8217;s old fur
+	coat until warm weather came, when the sheep&#8217;s
+	wool grew out long again. So everything was
+	all right, you see.</p>
+
+	<p>And now, having learned the lesson that if
+	you cut your hair too short you may have to wear
+	a fur cap to stop yourself from getting cold, we
+	will wait for the next story, which, if the pencil
+	box doesn&#8217;t jump into the ink well and get a pail
+	of glue to make the lollypop stick fast to the
+	roller-skates, will be about Uncle Wiggily and
+	Polly Flinders.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_24" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page170" title="170"></a>CHAPTER XXIV<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND POLLY FLINDERS</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">There</span>!&#8221; cried Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy,
+	the muskrat lady housekeeper, who took care of
+	the hollow-stump bungalow for Uncle Wiggily
+	Longears, the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;There, it is
+	all finished at last!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s all finished?&#8221; asked the bunny
+	uncle, who was reading the paper in his easy
+	chair near the fire, for the weather was still cold.
+	&#8220;I hope you don&#8217;t mean you have finished living
+	with me, Nurse Jane? For I would be very
+	lonesome if you were to go away.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, don&#8217;t worry, I&#8217;ll not leave you, Wiggy,&#8221;
+	she said. &#8220;What I meant was that I had finished
+	making the new dress for Susie Littletail,
+	the rabbit girl.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Good!&#8221; cried the bunny uncle. &#8220;A new
+	dress for my little niece Susie. That&#8217;s fine! If
+	you like, Nurse Jane, I&#8217;ll take it to her.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I wish you would,&#8221; spoke the muskrat lady.
+	&#8220;I have not time myself. Just be careful of it.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page171" title="171"></a>Don&#8217;t let the bad fox or the skillery-scalery alligator
+	with humps on his ears bite holes in it.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I won&#8217;t,&#8221; promised Uncle Wiggily. So
+	taking the dress, which Nurse Jane had sewed
+	for Susie, over his paw, and with his tall silk
+	hat over his ears, and carrying his red, white
+	and blue striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch,
+	off Uncle Wiggily started for the Littletail
+	home.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Susie will surely like her dress,&#8221; thought the
+	rabbit gentleman. &#8220;It has such pretty colors.&#8221;
+	For it had, being pink and blue and red and yellow
+	and purple and lavender and strawberry
+	and lemon and Orange Mountain colors. There
+	may have been other colors in it, but I can think
+	of no more right away.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily was going along past Old
+	Mother Hubbard&#8217;s house, and past the place
+	where Mother Goose lived, when, coming to a
+	place near a big tree, Uncle Wiggily saw another
+	house. And from inside the house came
+	a crying sound.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?&#8221;
+	sobbed a voice.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ah, ha! More trouble!&#8221; cried Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;I seem to be finding lots of people in
+	trouble lately. Well, now to see who this is!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page172" title="172"></a>Going up to the house, and peering in a window,
+	Uncle Wiggily saw a little girl sitting before
+	a fireplace. And this little girl was crying.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Hello!&#8221; called Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly
+	voice, as he opened the window. &#8220;What is the
+	matter? Are you Little Bo Peep, and are you
+	crying because you have lost your sheep?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; answered the little
+	girl. &#8220;I am crying because I have spoiled my
+	nice new dress, and when my mother comes
+	home and finds it out she will whip me.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, no!&#8221; cried the bunny uncle. &#8220;Your
+	mother will never do that. But who are you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, don&#8217;t you know? I am little Polly
+	Flinders, I sat among the cinders, warming my
+	pretty little toes. &#8216;And her mother came and
+	caught her, and she whipped her little daughter,
+	for spoiling her nice new clothes.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s what it says in the Mother Goose
+	book,&#8221; said Polly Flinders, &#8220;and, of course,
+	that&#8217;s what will happen to me. Oh, dear! I
+	don&#8217;t want to be whipped. And I didn&#8217;t really
+	spoil quite all my nice new clothes. It&#8217;s only my
+	dress, and some hot ashes got on that.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, that isn&#8217;t so bad,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily.
+	&#8220;It may be that I can clean it for you.&#8221;
+	But when he looked at Polly&#8217;s dress he saw that
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page173" title="173"></a>it could not be fixed, for, like Pussy Cat Mole&#8217;s
+	best petticoat, Polly&#8217;s dress had been burned
+	through with hot coals, so that it was full of
+	holes.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, that can&#8217;t be fixed, I&#8217;m sorry to say,&#8221;
+	said Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; sobbed Polly Flinders, as she
+	sat among the cinders. &#8220;What shall I do? I
+	don&#8217;t want to be whipped by my mother.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And you shall not be,&#8221; said the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;Not that I think she would whip you, but we
+	will not give her a chance. See here, I have a
+	new dress that I was taking to Susie Littletail.
+	Nurse Jane can easily make my little rabbit niece
+	another.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;So you take this one, and give me your old
+	one. And when your mother comes she will
+	not see the holes in your dress. Only you must
+	tell her what happened, or it would not be fair.
+	Always tell mothers and fathers everything that
+	happens to you.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; promised Polly Flinders.</p>
+
+	<p>She soon took off her old dress and put on the
+	new one intended for Susie, and it just fitted her.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, how lovely!&#8221; cried Polly Flinders,
+	looking at her toes.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page174" title="174"></a>&#8220;And now,&#8221; said Uncle Wiggily, &#8220;you must
+	sit no more among the cinders.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll not,&#8221; Polly promised, and she went and
+	sat down in front of the looking-glass, where
+	she could look proudly at the new dress&#8212;not
+	too proudly, you understand, but just proud
+	enough.</p>
+
+	<p>Polly thanked Uncle Wiggily, who took the
+	old soiled and burned dress to Susie&#8217;s house.
+	When the rabbit girl saw the bunny uncle coming
+	she ran to meet him, crying:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh! did Nurse Jane send you with my new
+	dress?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;She did,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily, &#8220;but
+	see what happened to it on the way,&#8221; and he
+	showed Susie the burned holes and all.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221; cried the little rabbit girl, sadly.
+	&#8220;Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Never mind,&#8221; spoke Uncle Wiggily, kindly,
+	and he told all that had happened. It was a sort
+	of adventure, you see.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m glad you gave Polly my dress!&#8221;
+	said Susie, clapping her paws.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Nurse Jane shall make you another dress,&#8221;
+	promised Uncle Wiggily, and the muskrat lady
+	did. And when the mother of Polly Flinders
+	came home she thought the new dress was just
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page175" title="175"></a>fine, and she did not whip her little daughter.
+	In fact, she said she would not have done so
+	anyhow. So that part of the Mother Goose book
+	is wrong.</p>
+
+	<p>And thus everything came out all right, and
+	if the shaving brush doesn&#8217;t whitewash the
+	blackboard, so the chalk can&#8217;t dance on it with
+	the pencil sharpener, I&#8217;ll tell you next about
+	Uncle Wiggily and the garden maid.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_25" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page176" title="176"></a>CHAPTER XXV<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GARDEN MAID</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p>&#8220;<span class="first_word">Hey</span>, ho, hum!&#8221; exclaimed Uncle Wiggily
+	Longears, the rabbit gentleman, as he stretched
+	up his twinkling, pink nose, and reached his
+	paws around his back to scratch an itchy place.
+	&#8220;Ho, hum! I wonder what will happen to me
+	to-day?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Are you going out again?&#8221; asked Nurse
+	Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper.
+	&#8220;It seems to me that you go out a great
+	deal, Mr. Longears.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, yes; perhaps I do,&#8221; admitted the
+	bunny uncle. &#8220;But more things happen to me
+	when I go out than when I stay in the house.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And do you like to have things happen to
+	you?&#8221; asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;When they are adventures I do,&#8221; answered
+	the rabbit gentleman. &#8220;So here I go off for an
+	adventure.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Off started the nice, old, bunny uncle, carrying
+	his red, white and blue striped barber-pole
+	rheumatism crutch&#8212;over his shoulder this time.
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page177" title="177"></a>For his pain did not hurt him much, as the sun
+	was shining, so he did not have to limp on the
+	crutch, which Nurse Jane had gnawed for him
+	out of a corn-stalk.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far toward
+	the fields and woods before he heard Nurse Jane
+	calling to him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, Wiggy! Wiggy, I say! Wait a moment!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, what is it?&#8221; asked the rabbit gentleman,
+	turning around and looking over his
+	shoulder. &#8220;Have I forgotten anything?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, it was I who forgot,&#8221; said the muskrat
+	lady housekeeper. &#8220;I forgot to tell you to bring
+	me a bottle of perfume. Mine is all gone.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;All right, I&#8217;ll bring you some,&#8221; promised
+	Mr. Longears. &#8220;It will give me something to
+	do&#8212;to go to the perfume store. Perhaps an adventure
+	may happen to me there.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Once more he was on his way, and soon he
+	reached the perfume store, kept by a nice buzzing
+	bee lady, who gathered sweet smelling perfume,
+	as well as honey, from the flowers in Summer
+	and put it carefully away for the Winter.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Some perfume for Nurse Jane, eh?&#8221; said
+	the bee lady, as the rabbit gentleman knocked
+	on her hollow-tree house. &#8220;There you are,
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page178" title="178"></a>Uncle Wiggily,&#8221; and she gave him a bottle of
+	the nice scent made from a number of flowers.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My! That smells lovely!&#8221; exclaimed Uncle
+	Wiggily, as he pulled out the cork, and took a
+	long sniff. &#8220;Nurse Jane will surely like that
+	perfume!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>With the sweet scented bottle in his paw, the
+	rabbit gentleman started back toward his hollow-stump
+	bungalow. He had not gone very
+	far before he saw a nurse maid, out in the garden,
+	back of a big house. There was a basket
+	in front of the maid, with some clothes in it, and
+	stretched across the garden was a line, with more
+	clothes on it, flapping in the wind.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Ha!&#8221; exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. &#8220;I wonder
+	if that garden maid, hanging up the clothes,
+	wouldn&#8217;t like to smell Nurse Jane&#8217;s perfume?
+	Nurse Jane will not mind, and perhaps it will be
+	doing that maid a kindness to let her smell something
+	sweet, after she has been smelling washing-soap-suds
+	all morning.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the bunny uncle, who was always doing
+	kind things, hopped over to the garden maid,
+	and politely asked:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Wouldn&#8217;t you like to smell this perfume?&#8221;
+	and he held out the bottle he had bought of the
+	bee lady.</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page179" title="179"></a>The garden maid turned around, and said in
+	a sad voice:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Thank you, Uncle Wiggily. It is very kind
+	of you, I&#8217;m sure, and I would like to smell your
+	perfume. But I can&#8217;t.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why not?&#8221; asked the bunny uncle. &#8220;The
+	cork is out of the bottle. See!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That may very well be,&#8221; went on the garden
+	maid, &#8220;but the truth of the matter is that I cannot
+	smell, because a blackbird has nipped off
+	my nose.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily, in great surprise, looked, and,
+	surely enough, a blackbird had nipped off the
+	nose of the garden maid.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Bless my whiskers!&#8221; cried the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;What a thing for a blackbird to do&#8212;nip off
+	your nose! Why did he do such an impolite
+	thing as that?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, he had to do it, because it&#8217;s that way
+	in the Mother Goose book,&#8221; said the maid.
+	&#8220;Don&#8217;t you remember? It goes this way:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;&#8216;The King was in the parlor,</p>
+		<p>Counting out his money,</p>
+		<p>The Queen was in the kitchen,</p>
+		<p>Eating bread and honey.</p>
+		<p><a class="pagenum" id="page180" title="180"></a>The maid was in the garden,</p>
+		<p>Hanging out the clothes,</p>
+		<p>Along came a blackbird</p>
+		<p>And nipped off her nose.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s the way it was,&#8221; said the garden
+	maid.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, yes, I remember now,&#8221; spoke Uncle
+	Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, I&#8217;m the maid who was in the garden,
+	hanging out the clothes,&#8221; said she, &#8220;and, as
+	you can see, along came a blackbird and nipped
+	off my nose. That is, you can&#8217;t see the blackbird,
+	but you can see the place where my nose
+	ought to be.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily, &#8220;I can.
+	It&#8217;s too bad. That blackbird ought to have his
+	feathers ruffled.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, he didn&#8217;t mean to be bad,&#8221; said the garden
+	maid. &#8220;He had to do as it says in the book,
+	and he had to nip off my nose. So that&#8217;s why I
+	can&#8217;t smell Nurse Jane&#8217;s nice perfume.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then
+	he said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Just you wait here. I think I can fix it so
+	you can smell as well as ever.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Then the bunny uncle hurried off through the
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page181" title="181"></a>woods until he found Jimmie Caw-Caw, the big
+	black crow boy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Jimmie,&#8221; said the bunny uncle, &#8220;will you
+	fly off, find the blackbird, and ask him to give
+	back the garden maid&#8217;s nose so she can smell
+	perfume?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I will,&#8221; said Jimmie Caw-Caw, very politely.
+	&#8220;I certainly will!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Away he flew, and, after a while, in the deep,
+	dark part of the woods he found the blackbird,
+	sitting on a tree.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Please give me back the garden maid&#8217;s
+	nose,&#8221; said Jimmie, politely.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Certainly,&#8221; answered the blackbird, also politely.
+	&#8220;I only took it off in fun. Here it is
+	back. I&#8217;m sorry I bothered the garden maid, but
+	I had to, as it&#8217;s that way in the Mother Goose
+	book.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>Off to Uncle Wiggily flew Jimmie, the crow
+	boy, with the young lady&#8217;s nose, and soon Dr.
+	Possum had fastened it back on the garden
+	maid&#8217;s face as good as ever.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Now you can smell the perfume,&#8221; said
+	Uncle Wiggily, and when he held up the bottle
+	the maid said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, what a lovely smell!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>So the bunny uncle left a little perfume in a
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page182" title="182"></a>bottle for the garden maid, and then she went
+	on hanging up the clothes, and she felt very
+	happy because she had a nose. So you see how
+	kind Uncle Wiggily and Jimmie were, and
+	Nurse Jane, too, liked the perfume very much.</p>
+
+	<p>So if the little girl&#8217;s roller-skates don&#8217;t run
+	over the pussy&#8217;s tail and ruffle it all up so she
+	can&#8217;t go to the moving picture party, I&#8217;ll tell
+	you next of Uncle Wiggily and the King.</p>
+
+</div>
+<div id="chapter_26" class="chapter">
+
+	<h2><a class="pagenum" id="page183" title="183"></a>CHAPTER XXVI<br />
+	<span class="chapter_name">UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE KING</span></h2>
+	<p class="return_toc"><a href="#contents">Table of Contents</a></p>
+	<p><span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily Longears</span>, the nice old rabbit
+	gentleman, was sitting in an easy chair in his
+	hollow-stump bungalow, one day, looking out
+	of the window at the blue sky, and he was feeling
+	quite happy. And why should he not be happy?</p>
+
+	<p>Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady
+	housekeeper, had just given him a nice breakfast
+	of cabbage pancakes, with carrot maple
+	sugar tied in a bow-knot in the middle, and
+	Uncle Wiggily had eaten nine. Nine cakes, I
+	mean, not nine bows.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;And now,&#8221; said the bunny uncle to himself,
+	&#8220;I think I shall go out and take a walk. Perhaps
+	I may have an adventure. Do you want
+	any perfume, or anything like that from the
+	store?&#8221; asked Mr. Longears of Miss Fuzzy
+	Wuzzy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, thank you, I think not,&#8221; answered the
+	muskrat lady. &#8220;Just bring yourself home, and
+	that will be all.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p><a class="pagenum" id="page184" title="184"></a>&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;ll do that all right,&#8221; promised the
+	bunny gentleman. So away he hopped, over the
+	fields and through the woods, humming to himself
+	a little song which went something like this:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m feeling happy now and gay,</p>
+		<p>Why shouldn&#8217;t I, this lovely day?</p>
+		<p>&#8217;Tis time enough to be quite sad,</p>
+		<p>When wind and rain make weather bad.</p>
+		<p>But, even then, one ought to try</p>
+		<p>To think that soon it will be dry.</p>
+		<p>So then, no matter what the weather,</p>
+		<p>Smile, as though tickled by a feather.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily felt happier than ever when he had sung this song,
+		but, as he went along a
+	little further, he came, all at once, to a very nice
+	house indeed, out of which floated the sound of
+	a sad voice.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily was surprised to hear this, for
+	the house was such a nice one that it seemed no
+	one ought to be unhappy who lived there.</p>
+
+	<p>The house was made of gold and silver, with
+	diamond windows, and the chimney was made
+	of a red ruby stone, which, as every one knows,
+	is very expensive. But with all that the sad
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page185" title="185"></a>voice came sailing out of one of the opened diamond
+	windows, and the voice said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, dear! It&#8217;s gone! I can&#8217;t find it! I
+	dropped it and it rolled down a crack in the
+	floor. Now I&#8217;ll never get it again. Oh, dear!&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, that sounds like some one in trouble,&#8221;
+	said the bunny uncle. &#8220;I must see if I cannot
+	help them,&#8221; for Uncle Wiggily helped real folk,
+	who lived in fine houses, as well as woodland
+	animals, who lived in hollow trees.</p>
+
+	<p>Uncle Wiggily hopped up to the open diamond
+	window of the gold and silver house, with
+	the red ruby chimney, and, poking his nose inside,
+	the rabbit gentleman asked:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Is there some one here in trouble whom I
+	may have the pleasure of helping?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; answered a voice. &#8220;I&#8217;m here, and
+	I&#8217;m surely in trouble.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Who are you, and what is the trouble, if I
+	may ask?&#8221; politely went on Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I am the king,&#8221; was the answer. &#8220;This is
+	my palace, but, with all that, I am in trouble.
+	Come in.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>In hopped Uncle Wiggily, and there, surely
+	enough, was the king, but he was in the kitchen,
+	down on his hands and knees, looking with one
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page186" title="186"></a>eye through a crack in the floor, which is something
+	kings hardly ever do.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s down there,&#8221; he said. &#8220;And I can&#8217;t get
+	it. I&#8217;m too fat to go through the crack.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s down there?&#8221; Uncle Wiggily
+	wanted to know.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;My money,&#8221; answered the king. &#8220;You
+	may have heard about me,&#8221; and he recited this
+	little verse:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<p>&#8220;The king was in the kitchen,</p>
+		<p>Counting out his money;</p>
+		<p>The queen was in the parlor,</p>
+		<p>Eating bread and honey;</p>
+		<p>The maid was in the garden,</p>
+		<p>Hanging out the clothes,</p>
+		<p>Along came a blackbird,</p>
+		<p>Who nipped off her nose.&#8221;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>The fat man got up off the kitchen floor.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m the king,&#8221; he said, taking up his gold
+	and diamond crown from a kitchen chair, where
+	he had put it as he kneeled down, so it would not
+	fall off and be dented. &#8220;From Mother Goose,
+	you know; don&#8217;t you?&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Yes, I know,&#8221; answered Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I dare say you&#8217;ll find the queen in the parlor
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page187" title="187"></a>eating bread and honey,&#8221; went on the king.
+	&#8220;At least I saw her start for there with a plate,
+	knife and fork as I was coming here. And, no
+	doubt, the maid is in the garden, where she&#8217;ll
+	pretty soon have her nose nipped off by a blackbird.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;That part happened yesterday,&#8221; said Uncle
+	Wiggily. &#8220;I was there just after it happened,
+	and I got Jimmie Caw-Caw, the crow boy, to
+	fly after the blackbird and bring back the maid&#8217;s
+	nose. She is as well as ever now and can smell
+	all kinds of perfume.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Good!&#8221; cried the fat king. &#8220;You were
+	very kind to help her. I only wish you could
+	help me. But I don&#8217;t see how you can. My
+	money, which I was counting, fell out of my
+	hands and dropped down a crack in the floor. I
+	can see it lying down there in the dirt, but I can&#8217;t
+	get at it unless I move to one side my gold and
+	silver palace, and I don&#8217;t want to do that. I
+	don&#8217;t suppose you can move a palace, can you?&#8221;
+	And he looked askingly at Uncle Wiggily.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;No, I can&#8217;t do that,&#8221; said the bunny uncle.
+	&#8220;But still I think I can get your money without
+	moving the palace.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;How?&#8221; asked the king.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Why, I can go outside,&#8221; said Mr. Longears,
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page188" title="188"></a>&#8220;and with my strong paws, which are just
+	made for digging, I can burrow, or dig, a
+	place through the dirt under your palace-house,
+	crawl in and get what you dropped.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, please do!&#8221; cried the king.</p>
+
+	<p>So Uncle Wiggily did.</p>
+
+	<p>Down under the cellar wall of the palace,
+	through the dirt, dug the bunny gentleman,
+	with his strong paws. Pretty soon he was
+	right under the kitchen, and there, just where
+	they had dropped through the crack, were the
+	king&#8217;s gold and silver pennies and other
+	pieces of money. Uncle Wiggily picked them
+	up, put them in his pocket and crawled out
+	again.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;There you are, king,&#8221; he said. &#8220;You have
+	your money back.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Oh, thank you ever so much!&#8221; cried the
+	king. &#8220;I&#8217;ll have the cook give you some carrots.&#8221;
+	And he did, before he went on counting
+	his money in the kitchen. And this time
+	he stuffed a dish-rag in the crack so no more
+	pennies would fall through.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Well, Uncle Wiggily, where are you going
+	now?&#8221; asked the King, as he saw the bunny
+	gentleman hopping away with the bunch of
+	carrots.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I hardly know that myself,&#8221; answered the
+	rabbit. &#8220;I want to have more adventures,
+	either with the friends of Old Mother Hubbard
+	<a class="pagenum" id="page189" title="189"></a>and Mother Goose, or with some of the
+	animal or birds that live in the woods.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;I think some adventures with birds would
+	be exciting,&#8221; spoke the King. &#8220;This blackbird
+	who nipped off the maid&#8217;s nose was a
+	lively sort of chap.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;He was, indeed,&#8221; agreed the bunny gentleman.
+	&#8220;I think I should like some adventures
+	with my feathered friends who fly in the air.
+	When I come back I&#8217;ll tell you about them,
+	Mr. King.&#8221;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8220;Please do,&#8221; begged the gentleman with
+	the gold and diamond crown. And so, as long
+	as the rabbit wishes it, and if the condensed
+	milk doesn&#8217;t jump out of the molasses jug and
+	scare the coffee pot so that it drinks tea, I
+	shall make the next book &#8220;Uncle Wiggily and
+	the Birds,&#8221; and I hope you will like it.</p>
+
+</div>
+<p class="centered">THE END</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard, by
+Howard R. Garis, Illustrated by Edward Bloomfield and Lansing Campbell
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+
+
+
+Title: Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard
+       Adventures of the Rabbit Gentleman with the Mother Goose Characters
+
+
+Author: Howard R. Garis
+
+
+
+Release Date: October 27, 2007  [eBook #23213]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER
+HUBBARD***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, and the Project Gutenberg
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net)
+
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+
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+
+
+
+
+
+[Cover Illustration]
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
+
+Adventures of the Rabbit Gentleman with the
+Mother Goose Characters
+
+by
+
+HOWARD R. GARIS
+
+Author of "Uncle Wiggily Bedtime Stories," "Uncle
+Wiggily Animal Stories," "Uncle Wiggily's Story
+Book," "The Daddy Series," Etc.
+
+Illustrated by Edward Bloomfield & Lansing Campbell
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+A. L. Burt Company
+Publishers
+New York
+
+
+
+CHILDREN'S BOOKS by Howard R. Garis
+
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIES
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S ADVENTURES
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S TRAVELS
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S FORTUNE
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S AUTOMOBILE
+UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE SEASHORE
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S AIRSHIP
+UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE COUNTRY
+UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE WOODS
+UNCLE WIGGILY ON THE FARM
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S JOURNEY
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S RHEUMATISM
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND BABY BUNTY
+UNCLE WIGGILY IN WONDERLAND
+UNCLE WIGGILY IN FAIRYLAND
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND MOTHER HUBBARD
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BIRDS
+
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY ANIMAL STORIES
+
+SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL
+JOHNNIE AND BILLIE BUSHYTAIL
+LULU, ALICE AND JIMMIE WIBBLEWOBBLE
+JACKIE AND PEETIE BOW-WOW
+BUDDY AND BRIGHTEYES PIGG
+JOIE, TOMMIE AND KITTIE KAT
+CHARLIE AND ARABELLA CHICK
+NEDDIE AND BECKIE STUBTAIL
+BULLY AND BAWLY NO-TAIL
+NANNIE AND BILLIE WAGTAIL
+JOLLIE AND JILLIE LONGTAIL
+JACKO AND JUMPO KINKYTAIL
+CURLY AND FLOPPY TWISTYTAIL
+TOODLE AND NOODLE FLATTAIL
+DOTTIE AND WILLIE FLUFFTAIL
+DICKIE ANP NELLIE FLIPTAIL
+WOODIE AND WADDIE CHUCK
+BOBBY AND BETTY RINGTAIL
+
+
+SOMETHING NEW!
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S STORY BOOK
+
+and
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY'S PICTURE BOOK
+
+
+
+
+Copyright, 1922, by R. F. FENNO & COMPANY
+
+
+
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER
+
+      I. Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose
+     II. Uncle Wiggily and the First Pig
+    III. Uncle Wiggily and the Second Pig
+     IV. Uncle Wiggily and the Third Pig
+      V. Uncle Wiggily and Little Boy Blue
+     VI. Uncle Wiggily and Higgledee Piggledee
+    VII. Uncle Wiggily and Little Bo-Peep
+   VIII. Uncle Wiggily and Tommie Tucker
+     IX. Uncle Wiggily and Pussy Cat Mole
+      X. Uncle Wiggily and Jack and Jill
+     XI. Uncle Wiggily and Jack Horner
+    XII. Uncle Wiggily and Mr. Pop-Goes
+   XIII. Uncle Wiggily and Simple Simon
+    XIV. Uncle Wiggily and the Crumpled-Horn Cow
+     XV. Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard
+    XVI. Uncle Wiggily and Miss Muffet
+   XVII. Uncle Wiggily and the First Kitten
+  XVIII. Uncle Wiggily and the Second Kitten
+    XIX. Uncle Wiggily and the Third Kitten
+     XX. Uncle Wiggily and the Jack Horse
+    XXI. Uncle Wiggily and the Clock-Mouse
+   XXII. Uncle Wiggily and the Late Scholar
+  XXIII. Uncle Wiggily and Baa-Baa Black Sheep
+   XXIV. Uncle Wiggily and Polly Flinders
+    XXV. Uncle Wiggily and the Garden Maid
+   XXVI. Uncle Wiggily and the King
+
+
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND MOTHER GOOSE
+
+
+There once lived in the woods an old rabbit gentleman named Uncle
+Wiggily Longears, and in the hollow-stump bungalow where he had his
+home there also lived Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, a muskrat lady
+housekeeper. Near Uncle Wiggily there were, in hollow trees, or in
+nests or in burrows under the ground, many animal friends of
+his--rabbits, squirrels, puppy dogs, pussy cats, frogs, ducks,
+chickens and others, so that Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane were never
+lonesome.
+
+Often Sammie or Susie Littletail, a small boy and girl rabbit, would
+hop over to the hollow-stump bungalow, and call:
+
+"Uncle Wiggily! Uncle Wiggily! Can't you come out and play with us?"
+
+Then the old rabbit gentleman, who was as fond of fun as a kitten,
+would put on his tall silk hat, take his red, white and blue striped
+barber-pole rheumatism crutch, that Nurse Jane had gnawed for him
+out of a corn-stalk, and he would go out to play with the rabbit
+children, about whom I have told you in other books.
+
+Or perhaps Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrel boys, might
+ask Uncle Wiggily to go after hickory nuts with them, or maybe Lulu,
+Alice or Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck children, would want their
+bunny uncle to see them go swimming.
+
+So, altogether, Uncle Wiggily had a good time in his hollow-stump
+bungalow which was built in the woods. When he had nothing else to
+do Mr. Longears would go for a ride in his airship. This was made of
+a clothes-basket, with toy circus balloons on it to make it rise up
+above the trees. Or Uncle Wiggily might take a trip in his
+automobile, which had big bologna sausages on the wheels for tires.
+And whenever the rabbit gentleman wanted the automobile wheels to go
+around faster he sprinkled pepper on the sausages.
+
+One day Uncle Wiggily said to Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy:
+
+"I think I will go for a ride in my airship. Is there anything I can
+bring from the store for you?"
+
+"Why, you might bring a loaf of bread and a pound of sugar,"
+answered the muskrat lady.
+
+"Very good," answered Uncle Wiggily, and then he took some soft
+cushions out to put in the clothes-basket part of his airship, so,
+in case the air popped out of the balloons, and he fell, he would
+land easy like, and soft.
+
+Soon the rabbit gentleman was sailing off through the air, over the
+tree tops, his paws in nice, warm red mittens that Nurse Jane had
+knitted for him. For it was winter, you see, and Uncle Wiggily's
+paws would have been cold steering his airship, by the baby carriage
+wheel which guided it, had it not been for the mittens.
+
+It did not take the bunny uncle long to go to the store in his
+airship, and soon, with the loaf of bread and pound of sugar under
+the seat, away he started for his hollow-stump bungalow again.
+
+And, as he sailed on and over the tree tops, Uncle Wiggily looked
+far off, and he saw some black smoke rising in the air.
+
+"Ha! That smoke seems to be near my hollow-stump bungalow," he said
+to himself. "I guess Nurse Jane is starting a fire in the kitchen
+stove to get dinner. I must hurry home."
+
+Uncle Wiggily made his airship go faster, and then he saw, coming
+toward him, a big bird, with large wings.
+
+"Why, that looks just like my old friend, Grandfather Goosey
+Gander," Uncle Wiggily thought to himself. "I wonder why he is
+flying so high? He hardly ever goes up so near the clouds.
+
+"And he seems to have some one on his back," spoke Uncle Wiggily out
+loud this time, sort of talking to the loaf of bread and the pound
+of sugar. "A lady, too," went on the bunny uncle. "A lady with a
+tall hat on, something like mine, only hers comes to a point on top.
+And she has a broom with her. I wonder who it can be?"
+
+And when the big white bird came nearer to the airship Uncle Wiggily
+saw that it was not Grandfather Goosey Gander at all, but another
+big gander, almost like his friend, whom he often went to see. And
+then the bunny uncle saw who it was on the bird's back.
+
+"Why, it's Mother Goose!" cried Uncle Wiggily Longears. "It's Mother
+Goose! She looks just like her pictures in the book, too."
+
+"Yes, I am Mother Goose," said the lady who was riding on the back
+of the big, white gander.
+
+"I am glad to meet you, Mother Goose," spoke Mr. Longears. "I have
+often heard about you. I can see, over the tree tops, that Nurse
+Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, my muskrat lady housekeeper, is getting dinner
+ready. I can tell by the smoke. Will you not ride home with me? I
+will make my airship go slowly, so as not to get ahead of you and
+your fine gander-goose."
+
+"Alas, Uncle Wiggily," said Mother Goose, scratching her chin with
+the end of the broom handle, "I cannot come home to dinner with you
+much as I would like it. Alas! Alas!"
+
+"Why not?" asked the bunny uncle.
+
+"Because I have bad news for you," said Mother Goose. "That smoke,
+which you saw over the tree tops, was not smoke from your chimney as
+Nurse Jane was getting dinner."
+
+"What was it then?" asked Uncle Wiggily, and a cold shiver sort of
+ran up and down between his ears, even if he did have warm, red
+mittens on his paws. "What was that smoke?"
+
+"The smoke from your burning bungalow," went on Mother Goose. "It
+caught fire, when Nurse Jane was getting dinner, and now----"
+
+"Oh! Don't tell me Nurse Jane is burned!" cried Uncle Wiggily.
+"Don't say that!"
+
+"I was not going to," spoke Mother Goose, kindly. "But I must tell
+you that your hollow-stump bungalow is burned to the ground. There
+is nothing left but some ashes," and she made the gander, on whose
+back she was riding, fly close alongside of Uncle Wiggily's airship.
+
+"My nice bungalow burned!" exclaimed the rabbit gentleman. "Well, I
+am very, very sorry for that. But still it might be worse. Nurse
+Jane might have been hurt, and that would have been quite too bad. I
+dare say I can get another bungalow."
+
+"That is what I came to tell you about," said Mother Goose. "I was
+riding past when I saw your Woodland hollow-stump house on fire, and
+I went down to see if I could help. It was too late to save the
+bungalow, but I said I would find a place for you and Nurse Jane to
+stay to-night, or as long as you like, until you can build a new
+home."
+
+"That is very kind of you," said Uncle Wiggily. "I hardly know what
+to do."
+
+"I have many friends," went on Mother Goose. "You may have read
+about them in the book which tells of me. Any of my friends would be
+glad to have you come and live with them. There is the Old Woman Who
+Lives in a Shoe, for instance."
+
+"But hasn't she so many children she doesn't know what to do?" asked
+Uncle Wiggily, as he remembered the story in the book.
+
+"Yes," answered Mother Goose, "she has. I suppose you would not like
+it there."
+
+"Oh, I like children," said Uncle Wiggily. "But if there are so many
+that the dear Old Lady doesn't know what to do, she wouldn't know
+what to do with Nurse Jane and me."
+
+"Well, you might go stay with my friend Old Mother Hubbard," said
+Mother Goose.
+
+"But if I went there, would not the cupboard be bare?" asked Uncle
+Wiggily, "and what would Nurse Jane and I do for something to eat?"
+
+"That's so," spoke Mother Goose, as she reached up quite high and
+brushed a cobweb off the sky with her broom. "That will not do,
+either. I must see about getting Mother Hubbard and her dog
+something to eat. You can stay with her later. Oh, I have it!"
+suddenly cried the lady who was riding on the back of the white
+gander, "you can go stay with Old King Cole! He's a jolly old soul!"
+
+Uncle Wiggily shook his head.
+
+"Thank you very much, Mother Goose," he said, slowly. "But Old King
+Cole might send for his fiddlers three, and I do not believe I would
+like to listen to jolly music to-day when my nice bungalow has just
+burned down."
+
+"No, perhaps not," agreed Mother Goose. "Well, if you can find no
+other place to stay to-night come with me. I have a big house, and
+with me live Little Bo Peep, Little Boy Blue, who is getting to be
+quite a big chap now, Little Tommie Tucker and Jack Sprat and his
+wife. Oh, I have many other friends living with me, and surely we
+can find room for you."
+
+"Thank you," answered Uncle Wiggily. "I will think about it."
+
+Then he flew down in his airship to the place where the hollow-stump
+bungalow had been, but it was not there now. Mother Goose flew down
+with her gander after Uncle Wiggily. They saw a pile of blackened
+and smoking wood, and near it stood Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the
+muskrat lady, and many other animals who lived in Woodland with
+Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Oh, I am so sorry!" cried Nurse Jane. "It is my fault. I was baking
+a pudding in the oven, Uncle Wiggily. I left it a minute while I ran
+over to the pen of Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady, to ask her
+about making a new kind of carrot sauce for the pudding, and when I
+came home the pudding had burned, and the bungalow was on fire."
+
+"Never mind," spoke Uncle Wiggily, kindly, "as long as you were not
+burned yourself, Nurse Jane."
+
+"But where will you sleep to-night?" asked the muskrat lady,
+sorrowfully.
+
+"Oh," began Uncle Wiggily, "I guess I can----"
+
+"Come stay with us!" cried Sammie and Susie Littletail, the rabbit
+children.
+
+"Or with us!" invited Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrels.
+
+"And why not with us?" asked Nannie and Billie Wagtail, the goat
+children.
+
+"We'd ask you to come with us," said Jollie and Jillie Longtail, the
+mouse children, "only our house is so small."
+
+Many of Uncle Wiggily's friends, who had hurried up to see the
+hollow-stump bungalow burn, while he was at the store, now, in turn,
+invited him to stay with them.
+
+"I, myself, have asked him to come with me," said Mother Goose, "or
+with any of my friends. We all would be glad to have him."
+
+"It is very kind of you," said the rabbit gentleman. "And this is
+what I will do, until I can build me a new bungalow. I will take
+turns staying at your different hollow-tree homes, your nests or
+your burrows underground. And I will come and visit you also, Mother
+Goose, and all of your friends; at least such of them as have room
+for me.
+
+"Yes, that is what I'll do. I'll visit around now that my
+hollow-stump home is burned. I thank you all. Come, Nurse Jane, we
+will pay our first visit to Sammie and Susie Littletail, the
+rabbits."
+
+And while the other animals hopped, skipped or flew away through the
+woods, and as Mother Goose sailed off on the back of her gander, to
+sweep more cobwebs out of the sky, Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane went
+to the Littletail burrow, or underground house.
+
+"Good-bye, Uncle Wiggily!" called Mother Goose. "I'll see you again,
+soon, sometime. And if ever you meet with any of my friends, Little
+Jack Horner, Bo Peep, or the three little pigs, about whom you may
+have read in my book, be kind to them."
+
+"I will," promised Uncle Wiggily.
+
+And he did, as you may read in the next chapter, when, if the sugar
+spoon doesn't tickle the carving knife and make it dance on the
+bread board, the story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the first
+little pig.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FIRST PIG
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, came out of
+the underground burrow house of the Littletail family, where he was
+visiting a while with the bunny children, Sammie and Susie, because
+his own hollow-stump bungalow had burned down.
+
+"Where are you going, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Sammie Littletail, the
+rabbit boy, as he strapped his cabbage leaf books together, ready to
+go to school.
+
+"Oh, I am just going for a little walk," answered Uncle Wiggily.
+"Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, asked me to
+get her some court plaster from the five and six cent store, and on
+my way there I may have an adventure. Who knows?"
+
+"We are going to school," said Susie. "Will you walk part of the way
+with us, Uncle Wiggily?"
+
+"To be sure I will!" crowed the old gentleman rabbit, making believe
+he was Mr. Cock A. Doodle, the rooster.
+
+So Uncle Wiggily, with Sammie and Susie, started off across the
+snow-covered fields and through the woods. Pretty soon they came to
+the path the rabbit children must take to go to the hollow-stump
+school, where the lady mouse teacher would hear their carrot and
+turnip gnawing lessons.
+
+"Good-by, Uncle Wiggily!" called Sammie and Susie. "We hope you have
+a nice adventure,"
+
+"Good-by. Thank you, I hope I do," he answered.
+
+Then the rabbit gentleman walked on, while Sammie and Susie hurried
+to school, and pretty soon Mr. Longears heard a queer grunting noise
+behind some bushes near him.
+
+"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" came the sound.
+
+"Hello! Who is there?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Why, if you please, I am here, and I am the first little pig," came
+the answer, and out from behind the bush stepped a cute little
+piggie boy, with a bundle of straw under his paw.
+
+"So you are the first little pig, eh?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "How
+many of you are there altogether?"
+
+"Three, if you please," grunted the first little pig. "I have two
+brothers, and they are the second and third little pigs. Don't you
+remember reading about us in the Mother Goose book?"
+
+"Oh, of course I do!" cried Uncle Wiggily, twinkling his nose. "And
+so you are the first little pig. But what are you going to do with
+that bundle of straw?"
+
+"I'm going to build me a house, Uncle Wiggily, of course," grunted
+the piggie boy. "Don't you remember what it says in the book? 'Once
+upon a time there were three little pigs, named Grunter, Squeaker
+and Twisty-Tail.' Well, I'm Grunter, and I met a man with a load of
+straw, and I asked him for a bundle to make me a house. He very
+kindly gave it to me, and now, I'm off to build it."
+
+"May I come?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "I'll help you put up your
+house."
+
+"Of course you may come--glad to have you," answered the first
+little pig. "Only you know what happens to me; don't you?"
+
+"No! What?" asked the rabbit gentleman. "I guess I have forgotten
+the story."
+
+"Well, after I build my house of straw, just as it says in the
+Mother Goose story book, along comes a bad old wolf, and he blows it
+down," said the first little pig.
+
+"Oh, how dreadful!" cried Uncle Wiggily, "but maybe he won't come
+to-day."
+
+"Oh, yes, he will," said the first little pig. "It's that way in the
+book, and the wolf has to come."
+
+"Well, if he does," said Uncle Wiggily, "maybe I can save you from
+him."
+
+"Oh, I hope you can!" grunted Grunter. "It is no fun to be chased by
+a wolf."
+
+So the rabbit gentleman and the piggie boy went on and on, until
+they came to the place where Grunter was to build his house of
+straw. Uncle Wiggily helped, and soon it was finished.
+
+"Why, it is real nice and cozy in here," said Uncle Wiggily, when he
+had made a big pile of snow back of the straw house to keep off the
+north wind, and had gone in with the little piggie boy.
+
+"Yes, it is cozy enough," spoke Grunter, "but wait until the bad
+wolf comes. Oh, dear!"
+
+"Maybe he won't come," said the rabbit, hopeful like.
+
+"Yes, he will!" cried Grunter. "Here he comes now."
+
+And, surely enough, looking out of the window, the piggie boy and
+Uncle Wiggily saw a bad wolf running over the snow toward them. The
+wolf knocked on the door of the straw house and cried:
+
+"Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in."
+
+"No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I will not let you in!"
+answered Grunter, just like in the book.
+
+"Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll blow your house in!" howled
+the wolf. Then he puffed and he blew, and, all of a sudden, over
+went the straw house. But, just as it was falling down, Uncle
+Wiggily cried:
+
+"Quick, Grunter, come with me! I'll dig a hole for us in the pile
+of snow that I made back of your house and in there we'll hide where
+the wolf can't find us!" Then the rabbit gentleman, with his strong
+paws, just made for digging, burrowed a hole in the snow-bank, and
+as the straw house toppled down, into this hole he crawled with
+Grunter.
+
+"Now I've got you!" cried the wolf, as he blew down the first
+little pig's straw house. But when the wolf looked he couldn't see
+Grunter or Uncle Wiggily at all, because they were hiding in the
+snow-bank.
+
+"Well, well!" howled the wolf. "This isn't like the book at all!
+Where is that little pig?"
+
+But the wolf could not find Grunter, and soon the bad creature went
+away, fearing to catch cold in his eyes. Then Uncle Wiggily and
+Grunter came out of the snow-bank and were safe, and Uncle Wiggily
+took Grunter home to the rabbit house to stay until Mother Goose
+came, some time afterward, to get the first little pig boy.
+
+"Thank you very much, Uncle Wiggily," said Mother Goose, "for being
+kind to one of my friends."
+
+"Pray don't mention it. I had a fine adventure, besides saving a
+little pig," said the rabbit gentleman. "I wonder what will happen
+to me to-morrow?"
+
+And we shall soon see for, if the snowball doesn't wrap itself up in
+the parlor rug to hide away from the jam tart, when it comes home
+from the moving pictures, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and
+the second little pig.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SECOND PIG
+
+
+"There! It's all done!" exclaimed Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the nice
+muskrat lady housekeeper, who, with Uncle Wiggily Longears, the
+rabbit gentleman, was staying in the Littletail rabbit house, since
+the hollow-stump bungalow had burned down.
+
+"What's all done?" asked Uncle Wiggily, looking over the tops of his
+spectacles.
+
+"These jam tarts I baked for Billie and Nannie Wagtail, the goat
+children," said Nurse Jane. "Will you take them with you when you go
+out for a walk, Uncle Wiggily, and leave them at the goat house?"
+
+"I most certainly will," said the rabbit gentleman, very politely.
+"Is there anything else I can do for you, Nurse Jane?"
+
+But the muskrat lady wanted nothing more, and, wrapping up the jam
+tarts in a napkin so they would not catch cold, she gave them to Mr.
+Longears to take to the two goat children.
+
+Uncle Wiggily was walking along, wondering what sort of an adventure
+he would have that day, or whether he would meet Mother Goose again,
+when all at once he heard a voice speaking from behind some bushes.
+
+"Yes, I think I will build my house here," the voice said. "The wolf
+is sure to find me anyhow, and I might as well have it over with.
+I'll make my house here."
+
+Uncle Wiggily looked over the bushes, and there he saw a funny
+little animal boy, with some pieces of wood on his shoulder.
+
+"Hello!" cried Uncle Wiggily, making his nose twinkle in a most
+jilly-jolly way. "Who are you, and what are you going to do?"
+
+"Why, I am Squeaker, the second little pig, and I am going to make a
+house of wood," was the answer. "Don't you remember how it reads in
+the Mother Goose book? 'Once upon a time there were three little
+pigs, named Grunter, Squeaker and----'"
+
+"Oh, yes, I remember!" Uncle Wiggily said. "I met your brother
+Grunter yesterday, and helped him build his straw house."
+
+"That was kind of you," spoke Squeaker. "I suppose the bad old wolf
+got him, though. Too bad! Well, it can't be helped, as it is that
+way in the book."
+
+[Illustration: "Little pig! Little pig!
+                        Let me come in!"]
+
+Uncle Wiggily didn't say anything about having saved Grunter, for he
+wanted to surprise Squeaker, so the rabbit gentleman just twinkled
+his nose again and asked:
+
+"May I have the pleasure of helping you build your house of wood?"
+
+"Indeed you may, thank you," said Squeaker. "I suppose the old wolf
+will be along soon, so we had better hurry to get the house
+finished."
+
+Then the second little pig and Uncle Wiggily built the wooden house.
+When it was almost finished Uncle Wiggily went out near the back
+door, and began piling up some cakes of ice to make a sort of box.
+
+"What are you doing?" asked Squeaker.
+
+"Oh, I'm just making a place where I can put these jam tarts I have
+for Nannie and Billie Wagtail," the rabbit gentleman answered. "I
+don't want the wolf to get them when he blows down your house."
+
+"Oh, dear!" sighed Squeaker. "I rather wish, now, he didn't have to
+blow over my nice wooden house, and get me. But he has to, I s'pose,
+'cause it's in the book."
+
+Still, Uncle Wiggily didn't say anything, but he just sort of
+blinked his eyes and twinkled his pink nose, until, all of a sudden,
+Squeaker looked across the snowy fields, and he cried:
+
+"Here comes the bad old wolf now!"
+
+And, surely enough, along came the growling, howling creature. He
+ran up to the second little pig's wooden house, and, rapping on the
+door with his paw, cried:
+
+"Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in!"
+
+"No, no! By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin I will not let you in,"
+said the second little pig, bravely.
+
+"Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll puff and I'll blow, and blow
+your house in!" howled the wolf.
+
+Then he puffed out his cheeks, and he took a long breath and he blew
+with all his might and main and suddenly:
+
+"Cracko!"
+
+Down went the wooden house of the second little piggie, and only
+that Uncle Wiggily and Squeaker jumped to one side they would have
+been squashed as flat as a pancake, or even two pancakes.
+
+"Quick!" cried the rabbit gentleman in the piggie boy's ear. "This
+way! Come with me!"
+
+"Where are we going?" asked Squeaker, as he followed the rabbit
+gentleman over the cracked and broken boards, which were all that
+was left of the house.
+
+"We are going to the little cabin that I made out of cakes of ice,
+behind your wooden house," said Uncle Wiggily. "I put the jam tarts
+in it, but there is also room for us, and we can hide there until
+the bad wolf goes off."
+
+"Well, that isn't the way it is in the book," said the second little
+pig. "But----"
+
+"No matter!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Hurry!" So he and Squeaker hid in
+the ice cabin back of the blown-down house, and when the bad wolf
+came poking along among the broken boards, to get the little pig, he
+couldn't find him. For Uncle Wiggily had closed the door of the ice
+place, and as it was partly covered with snow the wolf could not see
+through.
+
+"Oh, dear!" howled the wolf. "That's twice I've been fooled by those
+pigs! It isn't like the book at all. I wonder where he can have
+gone?"
+
+But he could not find Squeaker or Uncle Wiggily either, and finally
+the wolf's nose became so cold from sniffing the ice that he had to
+go home to warm it, and so Uncle Wiggily and Squeaker were safe.
+
+"Oh, I don't know how to thank you," said the second little piggie
+boy as the rabbit gentleman took him home to Mother Goose, after
+having left the jam tarts at the home of the Wagtail goats.
+
+"Pray do not mention it," spoke Uncle Wiggily, modest like, and shy.
+"It was just an adventure for me."
+
+He had another adventure the following day, Uncle Wiggily did. And
+if the dusting brush doesn't go swimming in the soap dish, and get
+all lather so that it looks like a marshmallow cocoanut cake, I'll
+tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the third little pig.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE THIRD PIG
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily Longears sat in the burrow, or house under the ground,
+where he and Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, lived with
+the Littletail family of rabbits since the hollow-stump bungalow had
+burned.
+
+"Oh, dear!" sounded a grunting, woofing sort of voice over near one
+window.
+
+"Oh, dear!" squealed another voice from under the table.
+
+"Well, well! What is the matter with you two piggie boys?" asked
+Uncle Wiggily, as he took down from the sideboard his red, white and
+blue barber-pole striped rheumatism crutch that Nurse Jane had
+gnawed for him out of a cornstalk.
+
+"What's the trouble, Grunter and Squeaker?" asked the rabbit
+gentleman.
+
+"We are lonesome for our brother," said the two little piggie boys
+No. 1 and No. 2. "We want to see Twisty-Tail."
+
+For the first and second little pigs, after having been saved by
+Uncle Wiggily, and taken home to Mother Goose, had come back to pay
+a visit to the bunny gentleman.
+
+"Well, perhaps I may meet Twisty-Tail when I go walking to-day,"
+spoke Uncle Wiggily. "If I do I'll bring him home with me."
+
+"Oh, goodie!" cried Grunter and Squeaker. For they were the first
+and second little pigs, you see. Uncle Wiggily had saved Grunter
+from the bad wolf when the growling creature blew down Grunter's
+straw house. And, in almost the same way, the bunny uncle had saved
+Squeaker, when his wooden house was blown over by the wolf. But
+Twisty-Tail, the third little pig, Uncle Wiggily had not yet helped.
+
+"I'll look for Twisty-Tail to-day," said the rabbit gentleman as he
+started off for his adventure walk, which he took every afternoon
+and morning.
+
+On and on went Uncle Wiggily Longears over the snow-covered fields and
+through the wood, until just as he was turning around the corner near
+an old red stump, the rabbit gentleman heard a clinkity-clankity
+sort of a noise, and the sound of whistling.
+
+"Ha! Some one is happy!" thought the bunny uncle. "That's a good
+sign--whistling. I wonder who it is?"
+
+He looked around the stump corner and he saw a little animal chap,
+with blue rompers on, and a fur cap stuck back of his left ear, and
+this little animal chap was whistling away as merrily as a butterfly
+eating butterscotch candy.
+
+"Why, that must be the third little pig!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily.
+"Hello!" called the rabbit gentleman. "Are you Twisty-Tail?"
+
+"That's my name," answered the little pig, "and, as you see, I am
+building my house of bricks, just as it tells about in the Mother
+Goose book."
+
+And, surely enough, Twisty-Tail was building a little house of red
+bricks, and it was the tap-tap-tapping of his trowel, or
+mortar-shovel, that made the clinkity-clankity noise.
+
+"Do you know me, Uncle Wiggily?" asked the piggie boy. "You see I am
+in a book. 'Once upon a time there were three little pigs, and----'"
+
+"I know all about you," interrupted Uncle Wiggily. "I have met
+Mother Goose, and also your two brothers."
+
+"They didn't know how to build the right kind of houses, and so the
+wolf got them," said Twisty-Tail. "I am sorry, but it had to happen
+that way, just as it is in the book."
+
+Uncle Wiggily smiled, but said nothing.
+
+"I met a man with a load of bricks, and I begged some of them to
+build my house," said Twisty-Tail. "No wolf can get me. No, sir-ee!
+I'll build my house very strong, not weak like my brothers'. No,
+indeed!"
+
+"I'll help you build your house," offered Uncle Wiggily, kindly, and
+just as he and Twisty-Tail finished the brick house and put on the
+roof it began to rain and freeze.
+
+"We are through just in time," said Twisty-Tail, as he and the
+rabbit gentleman hurried inside. "I don't believe the wolf will come
+out in such weather."
+
+But just as he said that and looked from the window, the little
+piggie boy gave a cry, and said:
+
+"Oh, here comes the bad animal now! But he can't get in my house, or
+blow it over, 'cause the book says he didn't."
+
+The wolf came up through the freezing rain and knocking on the third
+piggie boy's brick house, said:
+
+"Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in!"
+
+"No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, I will not let you in!"
+grunted Twisty-Tail.
+
+"Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll blow your house in!" howled
+the wolf.
+
+"You can't! The book says so!" laughed the little pig. "My house is
+a strong, brick one. You can't get me!"
+
+"Just you wait!" growled the wolf. So he puffed out his cheeks, and
+he blew and he blew, but he could not blow down the brick house,
+because it was so strong.
+
+"Well, I'm in no hurry," the wolf said. "I'll sit down and wait for
+you to come out."
+
+So the wolf sat down on his tail to wait outside the brick house.
+After a while Twisty-Tail began to get hungry.
+
+"Did you bring anything to eat, Uncle Wiggily?" he asked.
+
+"No, I didn't," answered the rabbit gentleman. "But if the old wolf
+would go away I'd take you where your two brothers are visiting with
+me in the Littletail family rabbit house and you could have all you
+want to eat."
+
+Rut the wolf would not go away, even when Uncle Wiggily asked him
+to, most politely, making a bow and twinkling his nose.
+
+"I'm going to stay here all night," the wolf growled. "I am not
+going away. I am going to get that third little pig!"
+
+"Are you? Well, we'll see about that!" cried the rabbit gentleman.
+Then he took a rib out of his umbrella, and with a piece of his shoe
+lace (that he didn't need) for a string he made a bow like the
+Indians used to have.
+
+"If I only had an arrow now I could shoot it from my umbrella-bow,
+hit the wolf on the nose and make him go away," said Uncle Wiggily.
+Then he looked out of the window and saw where the rain, dripping
+from the roof, had frozen into long, sharp icicles.
+
+"Ha!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "An icicle will make the best kind of an
+arrow! Now I'll shoot the wolf, not hard enough to hurt him, but
+just hard enough to make him run away."
+
+Reaching out the window Uncle Wiggily broke off a sharp icicle. He
+put this ice arrow in his bow and, pulling back the shoe string,
+"twang!" he shot the wolf on the nose.
+
+"Oh, wow! Oh, double-wow! Oh, custard cake!" howled the wolf. "This
+isn't in the Mother Goose book at all. Not a single pig did I get!
+Oh, my nose! Ouch!"
+
+Then he ran away, and Uncle Wiggily and Twisty-Tail could come
+safely out of the brick house, which they did, hurrying home to the
+bunny house where Grunter and Squeaker were, to get something to
+eat. So everything came out right, you see, and Uncle Wiggily saved
+the three little pigs, one after the other.
+
+And if the canary bird doesn't go swimming in the rice pudding, and
+eat out all the raisin seeds, so none is left for the parrot, I'll
+tell you next of Uncle Wiggily and Little Boy Blue.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND LITTLE BOY BLUE
+
+
+"Uncle Wiggily, are you very busy to-day?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, who, with the old rabbit
+gentleman, was on a visit to the Bushytail family of squirrels in
+their hollow-tree home.
+
+After staying a while with the Littletail rabbits, when his
+hollow-stump bungalow had burned down, the bunny uncle went to visit
+Johnnie and Billie Bushytail.
+
+"Are you very busy, Uncle Wiggily?" asked the muskrat lady.
+
+"Why, no, Nurse Jane, not so very," answered the bunny uncle. "Is
+there something you would like me to do for you?" he asked, with a
+polite bow.
+
+"Well, Mrs. Bushytail and I have just baked some pies," said the
+muskrat lady, "and we thought perhaps you might like to take one to
+your friend, Grandfather Goosey Gander."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Fine!" cried Uncle Wiggily, making his nose twinkle like a star on
+a Christmas tree in the dark. "Grandpa Goosey will be glad to get a
+pie. I'll take him one."
+
+"We have it all ready for you," said Mrs. Bushytail, the squirrel
+mother of Johnnie and Billie, as she came in the sitting-room. "It's
+a nice hot pie, and it will keep your paws warm, Uncle Wiggily, as
+you go over the ice and snow through the woods and across the
+fields."
+
+"Fine!" cried the bunny uncle again. "I'll get ready and go at
+once."
+
+Uncle Wiggily put on his warm fur coat, fastened his tall silk hat
+on his head, with his ears sticking up through holes cut in the
+brim, so it would not blow off, and then, taking his red, white and
+blue striped rheumatism crutch, that Nurse Jane had gnawed for him
+out of a cornstalk, away he started. He carried the hot apple pie in
+a basket over his paw.
+
+"Grandpa Goosey will surely like this pie," said Uncle Wiggily to
+himself, as he lifted the napkin that was over it to take a little
+sniff. "It makes me hungry myself. And how nice and warm it is," he
+went on, as he put one cold paw in the basket to warm it; warm his
+paw I mean, not the basket.
+
+Over the fields and through the woods hopped the bunny uncle. It
+began to snow a little, but Uncle Wiggily did not mind that, for he
+was well wrapped up.
+
+When he was about halfway to Grandpa Goosey's house Uncle Wiggily
+heard, from behind a pile of snow, a sad sort of crying voice.
+
+"Hello!" exclaimed the bunny uncle, "that sounds like some one in
+trouble. I must see if I can help them."
+
+Uncle Wiggily looked over the top of the pile of snow, and, sitting
+on the ground, in front of a big icicle, was a boy all dressed in
+blue. Even his eyes were blue, but you could not very well see them,
+as they were filled with tears.
+
+"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "This is quite too
+bad! What is the matter, little fellow; and who are you?"
+
+"I am Little Boy Blue, from the home of Mother Goose," was the
+answer, "and the matter is that it's lost!"
+
+"What is lost?" asked Uncle. "If it's a penny I will help you find
+it."
+
+"It isn't a penny," answered Boy Blue. "It's the hay stack which I
+have to sleep under. I can't find it, and I must see where it is or
+else things won't be as they are in the Mother Goose book. Don't you
+know what it says?" And he sang:
+
+  "Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+  There are sheep in the meadow and cows in the corn.
+  Where's Little Boy Blue, who looks after the sheep?
+  Why he's under the hay stack, fast asleep.
+
+"Only I can't go to sleep under the hay stack, Uncle Wiggily,
+because I can't find it. And, oh, dear! I don't know what to do!"
+and Little Boy Blue cried harder than ever, so that some of his
+tears froze into little round marbles of ice, like hail stones.
+
+"There, there, now!" said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "Of course you
+can't find a hay stack in the winter. They are all covered with
+snow."
+
+"Are they?" asked Boy Blue, real surprised like.
+
+"Of course, they are!" cried Uncle Wiggily, in his most jolly voice.
+"Besides, you wouldn't want to sleep under a hay stack, even if
+there was one here, in the winter. You would catch cold and have the
+sniffle-snuffles."
+
+"That's so, I might," Boy Blue said, and he did not cry so hard now.
+"But that isn't all, Uncle Wiggily," he went on, nodding at the
+rabbit gentleman. "It isn't all my trouble."
+
+"What else is the matter?" asked the bunny uncle.
+
+"It's my horn," spoke the little boy who looked after the cows and
+sheep. "I can't make any music tunes on my horn. And I really have
+to blow my horn, you know, for it says in the Mother Goose book that
+I must. See, I can't blow it a bit." And Boy Blue put his horn to
+his lips, puffed out his cheeks and blew as hard as he could, but no
+sound came out.
+
+"Let me try," said Uncle Wiggily. The rabbit gentleman took the horn
+and he, also, tried to blow. He blew so hard he almost blew off his
+tall silk hat, but no sound came from the horn.
+
+"Ah, I see what the trouble is!" cried the bunny uncle with a jolly
+laugh, looking down inside the "toot-tooter." "It is so cold that
+the tunes are all frozen solid in your horn. But I have a hot apple
+pie here in my basket that I was taking to Grandpa Goosey Gander.
+I'll hold the cold horn on the hot pie and the tunes will thaw out."
+
+"Oh, have you a pie in there?" asked Little Boy Blue. "Is it the
+Christmas pie into which Little Jack Horner put in his thumb and
+pulled out a plum?"
+
+"Not quite, but nearly the same," laughed Uncle Wiggily. "Now to
+thaw out the frozen horn."
+
+The bunny uncle put Little Boy Blue's horn in the basket with the
+hot apple pie. Soon the ice was melted out of the horn, and Uncle
+Wiggily could blow on it, and play tunes, and so could Boy Blue.
+Tootity-toot-toot tunes they both played.
+
+"Now you are all right!" cried the bunny uncle. "Come along with me
+and you may have a piece of this pie for yourself. And you may stay
+with Grandpa Goosey Gander until summer comes, and then blow your
+horn for the sheep in the meadow and the cows in the corn. There is
+no need, now, for you to stay out in the cold and look for a
+haystack under which to sleep."
+
+"No, I guess not," said Boy Blue. "I'll come with you, Uncle
+Wiggily. And thank you, so much, for helping me. I don't know what
+would have happened only for you."
+
+"Pray do not mention it," politely said Uncle Wiggily with a laugh.
+Then he and little Boy Blue hurried on through the snow, and soon
+they were at Grandpa Goosey's house with the warm apple pie, and oh!
+how good it tasted! Oh, yum-yum!
+
+And if the church steeple doesn't drop the ding-dong bell down in
+the pulpit and scare the organ, I'll tell you next about Uncle
+Wiggily and Higgledee Piggledee.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND HIGGLEDEE PIGGLEDEE
+
+
+One day Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, was
+sitting in an easy chair in the hollow-stump house of the Bushytail
+squirrel family, where he was paying a visit to Johnnie and Billie
+Bushytail, the two squirrel boys.
+
+There came a knock on the door, but the bunny uncle did not pay much
+attention to it, as he was sort of taking a little sleep after his
+dinner of cabbage soup with carrot ice cream on top.
+
+Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, went out in
+the hall, and when she came back, with her tail all tied up in a
+pink ribbon, (for she was sweeping) she said:
+
+"Uncle Wiggily, a friend of yours has come to see you."
+
+"A friend of mine!" cried Uncle Wiggily, awakening so suddenly that
+his nose stopped twinkling. "I hope it isn't the bad old fox from
+the Orange Mountains."
+
+"No," answered Nurse Jane with a smile, "it is a lady."
+
+"A lady?" exclaimed the old rabbit gentleman, getting up quickly, and
+looking in the glass to see that his ears were not criss-crossed.
+"Who can it be?"
+
+"It is Mother Goose," went on Nurse Jane. "She says you were so kind
+as to help Little Boy Blue the other day, when his horn was frozen,
+and you thawed it on the warm pie, that perhaps you will now help
+her. She is in trouble."
+
+"In trouble, eh?" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, sort of smoothing down
+his vest, fastidious like and stylish. "I didn't know she blew a
+horn."
+
+"She doesn't," said Nurse Jane. "But I'll bring her in and she can
+tell you, herself, what she wants."
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" cried Mother Goose, as she set her broom down
+in one corner, for she never went out unless she carried it with
+her. She said she never could tell when she might have to sweep the
+cobwebs out of the sky. "Oh, Uncle Wiggily, I am in such a lot of
+trouble!"
+
+"Well, I will be very glad to help you if I can," said the bunny
+uncle. "What is it?"
+
+"It's about Higgledee Piggledee," answered Mother Goose.
+
+"Higgledee Piggledee!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, "why that sounds
+like----"
+
+"She's my black hen," went on Mother Goose. "You know how the verse
+goes in the book about me and my friends."
+
+And, taking off her tall peaked hat, which she wore when she rode on
+the back of the old gander, Mother Goose sang:
+
+  "Higgledee Piggledee, my black hen,
+  She lays eggs for gentlemen.
+  Sometimes nine and sometimes ten.
+  Higgledee Piggledee, my black hen.
+  Gentlemen come every day,
+  To see what my black hen doth lay."
+
+"Well," asked Uncle Wiggily, "what is the trouble? Has Higgledee
+Piggledee stopped laying? If she has I am afraid I can't help you,
+for hens don't lay many eggs in winter, you know."
+
+"Oh, it isn't that!" said Mother Goose, quickly. "Higgledee
+Piggledee lays as many eggs as ever for gentlemen--sometimes nine
+and sometimes ten. But the trouble is the gentlemen don't get them."
+
+"Don't they come for them?" asked Uncle Wiggily, sort of puzzled
+like and wondering.
+
+"Oh, yes, they come every day," said Mother Goose, "but there are no
+eggs for them. Some one else is getting the eggs Higgledee Piggledee
+lays."
+
+"Do you s'pose she eats them herself?" asked the old rabbit
+gentleman, in a whisper. "Hens sometimes do, you know."
+
+"Not Higgledee Piggledee," quickly spoke Mother Goose. "She is too
+good to do that. She and I are both worried about the missing eggs,
+and as you have been so kind I thought perhaps you could help us."
+
+"I'll try," Uncle Wiggily said.
+
+"Then come right along to Higgledee Piggledee's coop," invited
+Mother Goose. "Maybe you can find out where her eggs go to. She lays
+them in her nest, comes off, once in a while, to get something to
+eat, but when she goes back to lay more eggs the first ones are
+gone."
+
+Uncle Wiggily twinkled his nose, tied his ears in a hard knot, as he
+always did when he was thinking, and then, putting on his fur coat
+and taking his rheumatism crutch with him, he went out with Mother
+Goose.
+
+Uncle Wiggily rode in his airship, made of a clothes-basket, with
+toy circus balloons on top, and Mother Goose rode on the back of a
+big gander, who was a brother to Grandfather Goosey Gander. Soon
+they were at the hen coop where Higgledee Piggledee lived.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily, I am so glad you came!" cackled the black hen.
+"Did Mother Goose tell you about the egg trouble?"
+
+"She did, Higgledee Piggledee, and I will see if I can stop it. Now,
+you go on the nest and lay some eggs and then we will see what
+happens," spoke Uncle Wiggily.
+
+So Higgledee Piggledee, the black hen, laid some eggs for gentlemen,
+and then she went out in the yard to get some corn to eat, just as
+she always did. And, while she was gone, Uncle Wiggily hid himself
+in some straw in the hen coop. Pretty soon the old gentleman heard a
+gnawing, rustling sound and up out of a hole in the ground popped
+two big rats, with red eyes.
+
+"Did Higgledee Piggledee lay any eggs today?" asked one rat, in a
+whisper.
+
+"Yes," spoke the other, "she did."
+
+"Then we will take them," said the first rat. "Hurray! More eggs for
+us! No gentlemen will get these eggs because we'll take them
+ourselves. Hurray!"
+
+He got down on his back, with his paws sticking up in the air. Then
+the other rat rolled one of the black hen's eggs over so the first
+rat could hold it in among his four legs. Next, the second rat took
+hold of the first rat's tail and began pulling him along, egg and
+all, just as if he were a sled on a slippery hill, the rat sliding
+on his back over the smooth straw. And the eggs rode on the rat-sled
+as nicely as you please.
+
+"Ha!" cried Uncle Wiggily, jumping suddenly out of his hiding-place.
+"So this is where Higgledee Piggledee's eggs have been going, eh?
+You rats have been taking them. Scatt! Shoo! Boo! Skedaddle! Scoot!"
+
+And the rats were so scared that they skedaddled away and shooed
+themselves and did everything else Mr. Longears told them to do, and
+they took no eggs that day. Then Uncle Wiggily showed Mother Goose
+the rat hole, and it was stopped up with stones so the rats could
+not come in the coop again. And ever after that Higgledee Piggledee,
+the black hen, could lay eggs for gentlemen, sometimes nine and
+sometimes ten, and there was no more trouble as there had been
+before Uncle Wiggily caught the rats and made them skedaddle.
+
+So Mother Goose and the black hen thanked Uncle Wiggily very much.
+And if the stylish lady who lives next door doesn't take our feather
+bed to wear on her hat when she goes to the moving pictures, I'll
+tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Little Bo Peep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND LITTLE BO PEEP
+
+
+"What are you going to do, Nurse Jane?" asked Uncle Wiggily
+Longears, the rabbit gentleman, as he saw the muskrat lady
+housekeeper going out in the kitchen one morning, with an apron on,
+and a dab of white flour on the end of her nose.
+
+"I am going to make a chocolate cake with carrot icing on top,"
+replied Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.
+
+"Oh, good!" cried Uncle Wiggily, and almost before he knew it he
+started to clap his paws, just as Sammie and Susie Littletail, the
+rabbit children, might have done, and as they often did do when they
+were pleased about anything. "I just love chocolate cake!" cried the
+bunny uncle, who was almost like a boy-bunny himself.
+
+"Do you?" asked Nurse Jane. "Then I am glad I am going to make one,"
+and, going into the kitchen of the hollow-stump bungalow, she began
+rattling away among the pots, pans and kettles.
+
+For now Nurse Jane and Uncle Wiggily were living together once more
+in their own hollow-stump bungalow. It had burned down, you
+remember, but Uncle Wiggily had had it built up again, and now he
+did not have to visit around among his animal friends, though he
+still called on them every now and then.
+
+"Oh, dear!" suddenly cried Nurse Jane from the kitchen. "Oh, dear!"
+
+"What is the matter, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy?" asked the bunny uncle. "Did
+you drop a pan on your paw?"
+
+"No, Uncle Wiggily," answered the muskrat lady. "It is worse than
+that. I can't make the chocolate cake after all, I am sorry to say."
+
+"Oh, dear! That is too bad! Why not?" asked the bunny uncle, in a
+sad and sorrowful voice.
+
+"Because there is no chocolate," went on Nurse Jane. "Since we came
+to our new hollow-stump bungalow I have not made any cakes, and
+to-day I forgot to order the chocolate from the store for this one."
+
+"Never mind," said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "I'll go to the store and
+get the chocolate for you. In fact, I would go to two stores and
+part of another one for the sake of having a chocolate cake."
+
+"All right," spoke Nurse Jane. "If you get me the chocolate I'll
+make one."
+
+Putting on his overcoat, with his tall silk hat tied down over his
+ears so they would not blow away--I mean so his hat would not blow
+off--and with his rheumatism crutch under his paw, off started the
+old gentleman rabbit, across the fields and through the woods to the
+chocolate store.
+
+After buying what he wanted for Nurse Jane's cake, the old gentleman
+rabbit started back for the hollow-stump bungalow. On the way, he
+passed a toy store, and he stopped to look in the window at the
+pop-guns, the spinning-tops, the dolls, the Noah's Arks, with the
+animals marching out of them, and all things like that.
+
+"It makes me young again to look at toys," said the bunny uncle.
+Then he went on a little farther until, all at once, as he was
+passing a bush, he heard from behind it the sound of crying.
+
+"Ha! Some one in trouble again," said Uncle Wiggily. "I wonder if it
+can be Little Boy Blue?" He looked, but, instead of seeing the
+sheep-boy, whom he had once helped, Uncle Wiggily saw a little girl.
+
+"Ha! Who are you?" the bunny uncle asked, "and what is the matter?"
+
+"I am Little Bo Peep," was the answer, "and I have lost my sheep,
+and don't know where to find them."
+
+"Why, let them alone, and they'll come home, wagging their tails
+behind them," said Uncle Wiggily quickly, and he laughed jolly like
+and happy, because he had made a rhyme to go with what Bo Peep said.
+
+"Yes, I know that's the way it is in the Mother Goose book," said
+Little Bo Peep, "but I've waited and waited, and let them alone ever
+so long, but they haven't come home. And now I'm afraid they'll
+freeze."
+
+"Ha! That's so. It _is_ pretty cold for sheep to be out," said Uncle
+Wiggily, as he looked across the snow-covered field, and toward the
+woods where there were icicles hanging down from the trees.
+
+"Look here, Little Bo Peep," went on the bunny uncle. "I think your
+sheep must have gone home long ago, wagging their tails behind them.
+And you, too, had better run home to Mother Goose. Tell her you met
+me and that I sent you home. And, if I find your sheep, I'll send
+them along, too. So don't worry."
+
+"Oh, but I don't like to go home without my sheep," said Bo Peep,
+and tears came into her eyes. "I ought to bring them with me. But
+today I went skating on Crystal Lake, up in the Lemon-Orange
+Mountains, and I forgot all about my sheep. Now I am afraid to go
+home without them. Oh, dear!"
+
+Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute, then he said:
+
+"Ha! I have it! I know where I can get you some sheep to take home
+with you. Then Mother Goose will say it is all right. Come with me."
+
+"Where are you going?" asked Bo Peep.
+
+"To get you some sheep." And Uncle Wiggily led the little shepardess
+girl back to the toy store, in the window of which he had stopped to
+look a while ago.
+
+"Give Bo Peep some of your toy woolly sheep, if you please," said
+Uncle Wiggily to the toy store man. "She can take them home with
+her, while her own sheep are safe in some warm place, I'm sure. But
+now she must have some sort of sheep to take home with her in place
+of the lost ones, so it will come out all right, as it is in the
+book. And these toy woolly sheep will do as well as any; won't they,
+Little Bo Peep?"
+
+"Oh, yes, they will; thank you very much, Uncle Wiggily," answered
+Bo Peep, making a pretty little bow. Then the rabbit gentleman
+bought her ten little toy, woolly sheep, each one with a tail which
+Bo Peep could wag for them, and one toy lamb went: "Baa! Baa! Baa!"
+as real as anything, having a little phonograph talking machine
+inside him.
+
+"Now I can go home to Mother Goose and make believe these are my
+lost sheep," said Bo Peep, "and it will be all right."
+
+"And here is a piece of chocolate for you to eat," said Uncle
+Wiggily. Then Bo Peep hurried home with her fleecy toy sheep, and,
+later on, she found her real ones, all nice and warm, in the barn
+where the Cow with the Crumpled Horn lived. Mother Goose laughed in
+her jolliest way when she saw the toy sheep Uncle Wiggily had bought
+Bo Peep.
+
+"It's just like him!" said Mother Goose.
+
+And if the goldfish doesn't climb out of his tank and hide in the
+sardine tin, where the stuffed olives can't find him, I'll tell you
+next about Uncle Wiggily and Tommie Tucker.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND TOMMIE TUCKER
+
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" called Susie Littletail, the rabbit girl, one
+day, as she went over to see her bunny uncle in his hollow-stump
+bungalow. "Oh, Uncle Wiggily! Isn't it too bad?"
+
+"Isn't what too bad?" asked the old gentleman rabbit, as he
+scratched his nose with his left ear, and put his glasses in his
+pocket, for he was tired of reading the paper, and felt like going
+out for a walk.
+
+"Too bad about my talking and singing doll, that I got for
+Christmas," said Susie. "She won't sing any more. Something inside
+her is broken."
+
+"Broken? That's too bad!" said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "Let me see.
+What's her name?"
+
+"Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake," answered Susie.
+
+"What a funny name," laughed the bunny uncle.
+
+Uncle Wiggily took Susie's doll, which had been given her at
+Christmas, and looked at it. Inside the doll was a sort of
+phonograph, or talking machine--a very small one, you know--and when
+you pushed on a little button in back of the doll's dress she would
+laugh and talk. But, best of all, when she was in working order, she
+would sing a verse, which went something like this:
+
+  "I hope you'll like my little song,
+  I will not sing it very long.
+  I have two shoes upon my feet,
+  And when I'm hungry, then I eat."
+
+Uncle Wiggily wound up the spring in the doll's side, and then he
+pressed the button--like a shoe button--in her back. But this time
+Susie's doll did not talk, she did not laugh, and, instead of
+singing, she only made a scratchy noise like a phonograph when it
+doesn't want to play, or like Bully No-Tail, the frog boy, when he
+has a cold in his head.
+
+"Oh, dear! This is quite too bad!" said Uncle Wiggily. "Quite
+indeed."
+
+"Isn't it!" exclaimed Susie. "Do you think you can fix her, Uncle?"
+
+Mr. Longears turned the doll upside down and shook her. Things
+rattled inside her, but even then she did not sing.
+
+"Oh, dear!" cried Susie, her little pink nose going twinkle-inkle,
+just as did Uncle Wiggily's. "What can we do?"
+
+"You leave it to me, Susie," spoke the old rabbit gentleman. "I'll
+take the doll to the toy shop, where I bought Little Bo Peep's
+sheep, and have her mended."
+
+"Oh, goodie!" cried Susie, clasping her paws. "Now I know it will be
+all right," and she kissed Uncle Wiggily right between his ears.
+
+"Well, I'm sure I _hope_ it will be all right after _that_," said
+the bunny uncle, laughing, and feeling sort of tickled inside.
+
+Off hopped Uncle Wiggily to the toy shop, and there he found the
+same monkey-doodle gentleman who had sold him the toy woolly sheep
+for Little Bo Peep.
+
+"Here is more trouble," said Uncle Wiggily. "Can you fix Susie's
+doll so she will sing, for the doll is a little girl one, just like
+Susie, and her name is Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake."
+
+The monkey-doodle man in the toy store looked at the doll.
+
+"I can fix her," he said. Going in his back-room workshop, where
+there were rocking-horses that needed new legs, wooden soldiers who
+had lost their guns, and steamboats that had forgotten their
+whistles, the toy man soon had Susie's doll mended again as well as
+ever. So that she said: "Papa! Mama! I love you! I am hungry!" And
+she laughed: "Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!" and she sang:
+
+  "I am a little dollie,
+  'Bout one year old.
+  Please take me where it's warm, for I
+  Am feeling rather cold.
+  If you're not in a hurry,
+  It won't take me very long,
+  To whistle or to sing for you
+  My pretty little song."
+
+"Hurray!" cried Uncle Wiggily when he heard this. "Susie's dolly is
+all right again. Thank you, Mr. Monkey-Doodle, I'll take her to
+Susie." Then Uncle Wiggily paid the toy-store keeper and hurried off
+with Susie's doll.
+
+Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far before, all at once from around
+the corner of a snowbank he heard a sad, little voice crying:
+
+"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
+
+"My goodness!" said the bunny uncle. "Some one else is in trouble. I
+wonder who it can be this time?"
+
+He looked, and saw a little boy standing in the snow.
+
+"Hello!" cried Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly voice. "Who are you, and
+what's the matter?"
+
+"I am Little Tommie Tucker," was the answer. "And the matter is I'm
+hungry."
+
+"Hungry, eh?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Well, why don't you eat?"
+
+"I guess you forgot about me and the Mother Goose book," spoke the
+boy. "I'm in that book, and it says about me:
+
+  "'Little Tommie Tucker,
+  Must sing for his supper.
+  What shall he eat?
+  Jam and bread and butter.'"
+
+"Well?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Why don't you sing?"
+
+"I--I can't!" answered Tommie. "That's the trouble. I have caught
+such a cold that I can't sing. And if I don't sing Mother Goose
+won't know it is I, and she won't give me any supper. Oh, dear! Oh,
+dear! And I am so hungry!"
+
+"There now, there! Don't cry," kindly said the bunny uncle, patting
+Tommie Tucker on the head. "I'll soon have you singing for your
+supper."
+
+"But how can you when I have such a cold?" asked the little boy.
+"Listen. I am as hoarse as a crow."
+
+And, truly, he could no more sing than a rusty gate, or a last
+year's door-knob.
+
+"Ah, I can soon fix that!" said Uncle Wiggily. "See, here I have
+Susie Littletail's talking and singing doll, which I have just had
+mended. Now you take the doll in your pocket, go to Mother Goose,
+and when she asks you to sing for your supper, just push the button
+in the doll's back. Then the doll will sing and Mother Goose will
+think it is you, and give you bread and jam."
+
+"Oh, how fine!" cried Tommie Tucker. "I'll do it!"
+
+"But afterward," said Uncle Wiggily, slowly shaking his paw at
+Tommie, "afterward you must tell Mother Goose all about the little
+joke you played, or it would not be fair. Tell her the doll sang and
+not you."
+
+"I will," said Tommie. He and Uncle Wiggily went to Mother Goose's
+house, and when Tommie had to sing for his supper the doll did it
+for him. And when Mother Goose heard about it she said it was a fine
+trick, and that Uncle Wiggily was very good to think of it.
+
+Then the bunny uncle took Susie's mended doll to her, and the next
+day Tommie's cold was all better and he could sing for his supper
+himself, just as the book tells about.
+
+And if the little mouse doesn't go to sleep in the cat's cradle and
+scare the milk bottle so it rolls off the back stoop, I'll tell you
+next about Uncle Wiggily and Pussy Cat Mole.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND PUSSY CAT MOLE
+
+
+"Oh, dear! I don't believe he's ever coming!" said Nurse Jane Fuzzy
+Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she stood at the window of
+the hollow-stump bungalow one day, and looked down through the
+woods.
+
+"For whom are you looking, Nurse Jane?" asked Uncle Wiggily
+Longears, the rabbit gentleman. "If it's for the letter-man, I think
+he went past some time ago."
+
+"No, I wasn't looking for the letter-man," said the muskrat lady. "I
+am expecting a messenger-boy cat to bring home my new dress from the
+dressmaker's, but I don't see him."
+
+"A new dress, eh?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Pray, what is going on?"
+
+"My dress is going on me, as soon as it comes home, Uncle Wiggily,"
+the muskrat lady answered, laughingly. "And then I am going on over
+to the house of Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady. She and I are
+going to have a little tea party together, if you don't mind."
+
+"Mind? Certainly not! I'm glad to have you go out and enjoy
+yourself," said Uncle Wiggily, jolly like and also laughing.
+
+"But I can't go if my new dress doesn't come," went on Nurse Jane.
+"That is, I don't want to."
+
+"Look here!" said the bunny uncle, "I'll tell you what I'll do,
+Nurse Jane, I'll go for your dress myself and bring it home. I have
+nothing to do. I'll go get your dress at the dressmaker's."
+
+"Will you, really?" cried the muskrat lady. "That will be fine! Then
+I can curl my whiskers and tie a new pink bow for my tail. You are
+very good, Uncle Wiggily."
+
+"Oh, not at all! Not at all!" the rabbit gentleman said, modest like
+and shy. Then he hopped out of the hollow-stump bungalow and across
+the fields and through the woods to where Nurse Jane's dressmaker
+made dresses.
+
+"Oh, yes, Nurse Jane's dress!" exclaimed Mrs. Spin-Spider, who wove
+silk for all the dresses worn by the lady animals of Woodland. "Yes,
+I have just finished it. I was about to call a messenger-boy cat and
+send it home, but now you are here you may take it. And here is some
+cloth I had left over. Nurse Jane might want it if ever she tears a
+hole in her dress."
+
+Uncle Wiggily put the extra pieces of cloth in his pocket, and then
+Mrs. Spin-Spider wrapped Nurse Jane's dress up nicely for him in
+tissue paper, as fine as the web which she had spun for the silk,
+and the rabbit gentleman started back to the hollow-stump bungalow.
+
+Mrs. Spin-Spider lived on Second Mountain, and, as Uncle Wiggily's
+bungalow was on First Mountain, he had quite a way to go to get
+home. And when he was about half way there he passed a little house
+near a gray rock that looked like an eagle, and in the house he
+heard a voice saying:
+
+"Oh, dear! Oh, isn't it too bad? Now I can't go!"
+
+"Ha! I wonder who that can be?" thought the rabbit gentleman. "It
+sounds like some one in trouble. I will ask if I can do anything to
+help."
+
+The rabbit gentleman knocked on the door of the little house, and a
+voice said:
+
+"Come in!"
+
+Uncle Wiggily entered, and there in the middle of the room he saw a
+pussy cat lady holding up a dress with a big hole burned in it.
+
+"I beg your pardon, but who are you and what is the matter?"
+politely asked the bunny uncle, making a low bow.
+
+"My name is Pussy Cat Mole," was the answer, "and you can see the
+trouble for yourself. I am Pussy Cat Mole; I jumped over a coal,
+and----"
+
+"In your best petticoat burned a great hole," finished Uncle
+Wiggily. "I know you, now. You are from Mother Goose's book and I
+met you at a party in Belleville, where they have a bluebell flower
+on the school to call the animal children to their lessons."
+
+"That's it!" meowed Pussy Cat Mole. "I am glad you remember me,
+Uncle Wiggily. It was at a party I met you, and now I am going to
+another. Or, rather, I was going until I jumped over a coal, and in
+my best petticoat burned a great hole. Now I can't go," and she held
+up the burned dress, sorrowful like and sad.
+
+"How did you happen to jump over the coal?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Oh, it fell out of my stove," said Pussy Cat Mole, "and I jumped
+over it in a hurry to get the fire shovel to take it up. That's how
+I burned my dress. And now I can't go to the party, for it was my
+best petticoat, and Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady, asked me to be
+there early, too; and now--Oh, dear!" and Pussy Cat Mole felt very
+badly, indeed.
+
+"Mrs. Wibblewobble's!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Why, Nurse Jane is
+going there to a little tea party, too! This is her new dress I am
+taking home."
+
+"Has she burned a hole in it?" asked the pussy cat lady.
+
+"No, she has not, I am glad to say," the bunny uncle replied. "She
+hasn't had it on, yet."
+
+"Then she can go to the party, but I can't," said Pussy Cat Mole,
+sorrowfully. "Oh, dear!"
+
+"Yes, you can go!" suddenly cried Uncle Wiggily. "See here! I have
+some extra pieces of cloth, left over when Mrs. Spin-Spider made
+Nurse Jane's dress. Now you can take these pieces of cloth and mend
+the hole burned by the coal in your best petticoat. Then you can go
+to the party."
+
+"Oh, so I can," meowed the pussy cat. So, with a needle and thread,
+and the cloth she mended her best petticoat.
+
+All around the edges and over the top of the burned hole the pussy
+cat lady sewed the left-over pieces of Nurse Jane's dress which was
+almost the same color. Then, when the mended place was pressed with
+a warm flat-iron, Uncle Wiggily cried:
+
+"You would never know there had been a burned hole!"
+
+"That's fine!" meowed Pussy Cat Mole. "Thank you so much, Uncle
+Wiggily, for helping me!"
+
+"Pray do not mention it," said the rabbit gentleman, bashful like
+and casual. Then he hurried to the hollow-stump bungalow with Nurse
+Jane's dress, and the muskrat lady said he had done just right to
+help mend Pussy Cat Mole's dress with the left-over pieces. So she
+and Nurse Jane both went to Mrs. Wibblewobble's little tea party,
+and had a good time.
+
+And so, you see, it came out just as it did in the book: Pussy Cat
+Mole jumped over a coal, and in her best petticoat burned a great
+hole. But the hole it was mended, and my story is ended. Only never
+before was it known how the hole was mended. Uncle Wiggily did it.
+
+And, if the apple doesn't jump out of the peach dumpling and hide in
+the lemon pie when the knife and fork try to play tag with it, I'll
+tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Jack and Jill, and it will be
+a Valentine story.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK AND JILL
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, was asleep in
+an easy chair in his hollow-stump bungalow one morning when he heard
+some one calling:
+
+"Hi, Jack! Ho, Jill! Where are you? Come at once, if you please!"
+
+"Ha! What's that? Some one calling me?" asked the bunny uncle,
+sitting up so suddenly that he knocked over his red, white and blue
+striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch that Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy,
+the muskrat lady housekeeper, had gnawed for him out of a
+corn-stalk. "Is any one calling me?" asked Mr. Longears.
+
+"No," answered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "That's Mother Goose calling Jack
+and Jill to get a pail of water."
+
+"Oh! is that all?" asked the rabbit gentleman, rubbing his pink eyes
+and making his nose twinkle like the sharp end of an ice cream cone.
+"Just Mother Goose calling Jack and Jill; eh? Well, I'll go out and
+see if I can find them for her."
+
+Uncle Wiggily was always that way, you know, wanting to help some
+one. This time it was Mother Goose. His new hollow-stump bungalow
+was built right near where Mother Goose lived, with all her big
+family; Peter-Peter Pumpkin-Eater, Little Jack Horner, Bo Peep and
+many others.
+
+"Ho, Jack! Hi, Jill! Where are you?" called Mother Goose, as Uncle
+Wiggily came out of his hollow stump.
+
+"Can't you find those two children?" asked the rabbit gentleman,
+making a polite good morning bow.
+
+"I am sorry to say I cannot," answered Mother Goose. "They were over
+to see the Old Woman Who Lives in a Shoe, a while ago, but where
+they are now I can't guess, and I need a pail of water for Simple
+Simon to go fishing in, for to catch a whale."
+
+"Oh, I'll get the water for you," said Uncle Wiggily, taking the
+pail. "Perhaps Jack and Jill are off playing somewhere, and they
+have forgotten all about getting the water."
+
+"And I suppose they'll forget about tumbling down hill, too," went
+on Mother Goose, sort of nervous like. "But they must not. If they
+don't fall down, so Jack can break his crown, it won't be like the
+story in my book, and everything will be upside down."
+
+"So Jack has to break his crown; eh?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "That's
+too bad. I hope he won't hurt himself too much."
+
+"Oh, he's used to it by this time," Mother Goose said. "He doesn't
+mind falling, nor does Jill mind tumbling down after."
+
+"Very well, then, I'll get the pail of water for you," spoke the
+bunny uncle, "and Jack and Jill can do the tumbling-down-hill part."
+
+Uncle Wiggily took the water pail and started for the hill, on top
+of which was the well owned by Mother Goose. As the bunny uncle was
+walking along he suddenly heard a voice calling to him from behind a
+bush.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily, will you do me a favor?"
+
+"I certainly will," said Mr. Longears, "but who are you, and where
+are you?"
+
+"Here I am, over here," the voice went on. "I'm Jack, and will you
+please give this to Jill when you see her?"
+
+Out from behind the bush stepped Jack, the little Mother Goose boy.
+In his hand he held a piece of white birch bark, prettily colored
+red, green and pink, and on it was a little verse which read:
+
+  "Can you tell me, pretty maid,
+  Tell me and not be afraid,
+  Who's the sweetest girl, and true?--
+  I can; for she's surely you!"
+
+"What's this? What's this?" asked Uncle Wiggily, in surprise.
+"What's this?"
+
+"It's a valentine for Jill," said Jack. "To-day is Valentine's Day,
+you see, but I don't want Jill to know I sent it, so I went off here
+and hid until I could see you to ask you to take it to her."
+
+"All right, I'll do it," Uncle Wiggily said, laughing. "I'll take
+your valentine to Jill for you. So that's why you weren't 'round to
+get the pail of water; is it?"
+
+"Yes," answered Jack. "I wanted to finish making my valentine. As
+soon as you give it to Jill I'll get the water."
+
+"Oh, never mind that," said the bunny uncle. "I'll get the water,
+just you do the falling-down-hill part. I'm too old for that."
+
+"I will," promised Jack. Then Uncle Wiggily went on up the hill, and
+pretty soon he heard some one else calling him, and, all of a
+sudden, out from behind a stump stepped Jill, the little Mother
+Goose girl.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" said Jill, bashfully holding out a pretty red
+leaf, shaped like a heart, "will you please give this to Jack. I
+don't want him to know I sent it."
+
+"Of course, I'll give it to him," promised the rabbit gentleman.
+"It's a valentine, I suppose, and here is something for you," and
+while Jill was reading the valentine Jack had sent her, Uncle
+Wiggily looked at the red heart-shaped leaf. On it Jill had written
+in blue ink:
+
+  "One day when I went to school,
+  Teacher taught to me this rule:
+  Eight and one add up to nine;
+  So I'll be your valentine."
+
+"My, that's nice!" said Uncle Wiggily, laughing. "So that's why
+you're hiding off here for, Jill, to make a valentine for Jack?"
+
+"That's it," Jill answered, blushing sort of pink, like the frosting
+on a strawberry cake. "But I don't want Jack to know it."
+
+"I'll never tell him," said Uncle Wiggily.
+
+So he went on up the hill to get a pail of water for Mother Goose.
+And on his way back he gave Jill's valentine to Jack, who liked it
+very much.
+
+"And now, since you got the water, Jill and I will go tumble down
+hill," said Jack, as he found the little girl, where she was reading
+his valentine again. Up the hill they went, near the well of water,
+and Jack fell down, and broke his crown, while Jill came tumbling
+after, while Uncle Wiggily looked on and laughed. So it all happened
+just as it did in the book, you see.
+
+Mother Goose was very glad Uncle Wiggily had brought the water for
+Simple Simon to go fishing in, and that afternoon she gave a
+valentine party for Sammie and Susie Littletail, the Bushytail
+squirrel brothers, Nannie and Billie Wagtail, the goats, and all the
+other animal friends of Uncle Wiggily. And every one had a fine
+time.
+
+And if the cup doesn't jump out of the saucer and hide in the
+spoonholder, where the coffee cake can't find it, I'll tell you next
+about Uncle Wiggily and little Jack Horner.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK HORNER
+
+
+"Well, I think I'll go for a walk," said Uncle Wiggily Longears, the
+rabbit gentleman, one afternoon, when he was sitting out on the
+front porch of his hollow-stump bungalow. He had just eaten a nice
+dinner that Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper,
+had gotten ready for him.
+
+"Go for a walk!" exclaimed Nurse Jane. "Why, Mr. Longears, excuse me
+for saying so, but you went walking this morning."
+
+"I know I did," answered the bunny uncle, "but no adventure happened
+to me then. I don't really count it a good day unless I have had an
+adventure. So I'll go walking again, and perhaps I may find one. If
+I do, I'll come home and tell you all about it."
+
+"All right," said Nurse Jane. "You are a funny rabbit, to be sure!
+Going off in the woods, looking for adventures when you might sit
+quietly here on the bungalow front porch."
+
+"That's just it!" laughed Uncle Wiggily. "I don't like to be too
+quiet. Off I go!"
+
+"I hope you have a nice adventure!" Nurse Jane called after him.
+
+"Thank you," answered Uncle Wiggily, politely.
+
+Away over the fields and through the woods went the bunny uncle,
+looking on all sides for an adventure, when, all of a sudden he
+heard behind him a sound that went:
+
+"Honk! Honk! Honkity-honk-honk!"
+
+"Ha! That must be a wild goose!" thought the rabbit gentleman.
+
+So he looked up in the air, over his head, where the wild geese
+always fly, but, instead of seeing any of the big birds, Uncle
+Wiggily felt something whizz past him, and again he heard the loud
+"Honk-honk!" noise, and then he sneezed, for a lot of dust from the
+road flew up his nose.
+
+"My!" he heard some one cry. "We nearly ran over a rabbit! Did you
+see?"
+
+And a big automobile, with real people in it, shot past. It was the
+horn of the auto that Uncle Wiggily had heard, and not a wild goose.
+
+"Ha! That came pretty close to me," thought Uncle Wiggily, as the
+auto went on down the road. "I never ride my automobile as fast as
+that, even when I sprinkle pepper on the bologna sausage tires. I
+don't like to scare any one."
+
+Perhaps the people in the auto did not mean to so nearly run over
+Uncle Wiggily. Let us hope so.
+
+The old gentleman rabbit hopped on down the road, that was between
+the woods and the fields, and, pretty soon, he saw something bright
+and shining in the dust, near where the auto had passed.
+
+"Oh, maybe that's a diamond," he said, as he stooped over to pick it
+up. But it was only a shiny button-hook, and not a diamond at all.
+Some one in the automobile had dropped it.
+
+"Well, I'll put it in my pocket," said Uncle Wiggily to himself. "It
+may come in useful to button Nurse Jane's shoes, or mine."
+
+The bunny gentleman went on a little farther, and, pretty soon, he
+came to a tiny house, with a red chimney sticking up out of the
+roof.
+
+"Ha! I wonder who lives there?" said Uncle Wiggily.
+
+He stood still for a moment, looking through his glasses at the
+house and then, all of a sudden, he saw a little lady, with a tall,
+peaked hat on, run out and look up and down the road. Her hat was
+just like an ice cream cone turned upside down. Only don't turn your
+ice cream cone upside down if it has any cream in it, for you might
+spill your treat.
+
+"Help! Help! Help!" cried the lady, who had come out of the house
+with the red chimney.
+
+"Ha! That sounds like trouble!" said Uncle Wiggily. "I think I had
+better hurry over there and see what it is all about."
+
+He hopped over toward the little house, and, when he reached it he
+saw that the little lady who was calling for help was Mother Goose
+herself.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" exclaimed Mother Goose. "I am so glad to see
+you! Will you please go for help for me?"
+
+"Why, certainly I will," answered the bunny gentleman. "But what
+kind of help do you want; help for the kitchen, or a wash-lady help
+or----"
+
+"Neither of those," said Mother Goose. "I want help so Little Jack
+Horner can get his thumb out of the pie."
+
+"Get his thumb out of the pie!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "What in the
+world do you mean?"
+
+"Why, you see it's this way," went on Mother Goose. "Jack Horner
+lives here. You must have heard about him. He is in my book. His
+verse goes like this:
+
+  "Little Jack Horner
+  Sat in a corner,
+  Eating a Christmas pie.
+  He put in his thumb,
+  And pulled out a plum,
+  And said what a great boy am I.
+
+"That's the boy I mean," cried Mother Goose. "But the trouble is
+that Jack can't get his thumb out. He put it in the pie, to pull out
+the plum, but it won't come out--neither the plum nor the thumb.
+They are stuck fast for some reason or other. I wish you'd go for
+Dr. Possum, so he can help us."
+
+"I will," said Uncle Wiggily. "But is Jack Horner sitting in a
+corner, as it says in the book?"
+
+"Oh, he's doing that all right," answered Mother Goose. "But, corner
+or no corner, he can't pull out his thumb."
+
+"I'll get the doctor at once," promised the bunny uncle. He hurried
+over to Dr. Possum's house, but could not find him, as Dr. Possum
+was, just then, called to see Jillie Longtail, who had the
+mouse-trap fever.
+
+"Dr. Possum not in!" cried Mother Goose, when Uncle Wiggily had
+hopped back and told her. "That's too bad! Oh, we must do something
+for Jack. He's crying and going on terribly because he can't get his
+thumb out."
+
+Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then, putting his paw in his
+pocket, he felt the button-hook which had dropped from the
+automobile that nearly ran over him.
+
+"Ha! I know what to do!" cried the bunny uncle, suddenly.
+
+"What?" asked Mother Goose.
+
+"I'll pull out Jack's thumb myself, with this button-hook," said Mr.
+Longears. "I'll make him all right without waiting for Dr. Possum."
+
+Into the room, where, in the corner, Jack was sitting, went the
+bunny gentleman. There he saw the Christmas-pie boy, with his thumb
+away down deep under the top crust.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" cried Jack. "I'm in such trouble. Oh, dear! I
+can't get my thumb out. It must be caught on the edge of the pan, or
+something!"
+
+"Don't cry," said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "I'll get it out for you."
+
+[Illustration: "I wish you'd go for Dr. Possum."]
+
+So he put the button-hook through the hole in the top pie crust,
+close to Jack's thumb. Then, getting the hook on the plum, Uncle
+Wiggily, with his strong paws, pulled and pulled and pulled, and----
+
+All of a sudden out came the plum and Jack Homer's thumb, and they
+weren't stuck fast any more.
+
+"Oh, thank you, so much!" said Jack, as he got up out of his corner.
+
+"Pray don't mention it," spoke Uncle Wiggily, politely. "I am glad I
+could help you, and it also makes an adventure for me."
+
+Then Jack Horner, went back to his corner and ate the plum that
+stuck to his thumb. And Uncle Wiggily, putting the button-hook back
+in his pocket, went on to his hollow-stump bungalow. He had had his
+adventure.
+
+So everything came out all right, you see, and if the snow-shovel
+doesn't go off by itself, sliding down hill with the ash can, when
+it ought to be boiling the cups and saucers for supper, I'll tell
+you next about Uncle Wiggily and Mr. Pop-Goes.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND MR. POP-GOES
+
+
+"Uncle Wiggily," said Mrs. Littletail, the rabbit lady, one morning,
+as she came in the dining-room where Mr. Longears was reading the
+cabbage leaf paper after breakfast, "Uncle Wiggily, I don't like you
+to go out in such a storm as this, but I do need some things from
+the store, and I have no one to send."
+
+"Why, I'll be only too glad to go," cried the bunny uncle, who was
+spending a few days visiting the Littletail family in their
+underground burrow-house. "It isn't snowing very hard," and he
+looked out through the window, which was up a little way above
+ground to make the burrow light. "What do you want, Mrs.
+Littletail?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, I want a loaf of bread and some sugar," said the bunny mother
+of Sammie and Susie Littletail.
+
+"And you shall certainly have what you want!" cried Uncle Wiggily,
+as he got ready to go to the store. Soon he was on his way, wearing
+his fur coat, and hopping along on his corn-stalk rheumatism crutch,
+while his pink nose was twinkling in the frosty air like a red
+lantern on the back of an automobile.
+
+"A loaf of home-made bread and three and a half pounds of granulated
+sugar," said Uncle Wiggily to the monkey-doodle gentleman who kept
+the grocery store. "And the best that you have, if you please, as
+it's for Mrs. Littletail."
+
+"You shall certainly have the best!" cried the monkey-doodle
+gentleman, with a jolly laugh. And while he was wrapping up the
+things for Uncle Wiggily to carry home, all at once there sounded in
+the store a loud:
+
+"Pop!"
+
+"My! What's that?" asked Uncle Wiggily, surprised like and excited.
+"I heard a bang like a gun. Are there any hunter-men, with their
+dogs about? If there are I must be careful."
+
+"No, that wasn't a gun," said the monkey-doodle gentleman. "That was
+only one of the toy balloons in my window. I had some left over from
+last year, so I blew them up and put them in my window to make it
+look pretty. Now and then one of them bursts." And just then, surely
+enough, "Pop! Bang!" went another toy balloon, bursting and
+shriveling all up.
+
+Uncle Wiggily looked in the front window of the store and saw some
+blown-up balloons that had not burst.
+
+"I'll take two of those," he said to the monkey-doodle gentleman.
+"Sammie and Susie Littletail will like to play with them."
+
+"Better take two or three," said the monkey-doodle gentleman. "I'll
+let you have them cheap, as they are old balloons, and they will
+burst easily."
+
+So he let the air out of four balloons and gave them to Uncle
+Wiggily to take home to the bunny children.
+
+The rabbit gentleman started off through the snow-storm toward the
+underground house, but he had not gone very far before, just as he
+was coming out from behind a big stump, he heard voices talking.
+
+"Now, I'll tell you how we can get those rabbits," Uncle Wiggily
+heard one voice say. "I'll crawl down in the burrow, and as soon as
+they see me they'll be scared and run out--Uncle Wiggily, Mrs.
+Littletail, the two children, Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy and all. Then
+you can grab them, Mr. Bigtail! I am glad I happened to meet you!"
+
+"Ah, ha!" thought Uncle Wiggily. "Mr. Bigtail! I ought to know that
+name. It's the fox, and he and some one else seem to be after us
+rabbits. But I thought the fox promised to be good and let me alone.
+He must have changed his mind."
+
+Uncle Wiggily peeked cautiously around the stump, taking care to
+make no noise, and there he saw a fox and another animal talking.
+And the rabbit gentleman saw that it was not the fox who had
+promised to be good, but another one, of the same name, who was bad.
+
+"Yes, I'll go down the hole and drive out the rabbits and you can
+grab them," said the queer animal.
+
+"That's good," growled the fox, "but to whom have I the honor of
+speaking?" That was his way of asking the name of the other animal,
+you see.
+
+"Oh, I'm called Mr. Pop-Goes," said the other.
+
+"Mr. Pop-Goes! What a queer name," said the fox, and all the while
+Uncle Wiggily was listening with his big ears, and wondering what it
+all meant.
+
+"Oh, Pop-Goes isn't all my name," said the queer animal. "Don't you
+know the story in the book? The monkey chased the cobbler's wife all
+around the steeple. That's the way the money goes, Pop! goes the
+weasel. I'm Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel, you see. I'm 'specially good
+at chasing rabbits."
+
+"Oh, I see!" barked Mr. Bigtail, the fox. "Well, I'll be glad if you
+can help me get those rabbits. I've been over to that Uncle
+Wiggily's hollow-stump bungalow, but he isn't around."
+
+"No, he's visiting the Littletail rabbits," said Mr. Pop-Goes, the
+weasel. "But we'll drive him out."
+
+Then Uncle Wiggily felt very badly, indeed, for he knew that a
+weasel is the worst animal a rabbit can have after him. Weasels are
+very fond of rabbits. They love them so much they want to eat them,
+and Uncle Wiggily did not want to be eaten, even by Mr. Pop-Goes.
+
+"Oh, dear!" he thought. "What can I do to scare away the bad fox and
+Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel? Oh, dear!" Then he thought of the toy
+balloons, that made a noise like a gun when they were blown up and
+burst. "The very thing!" thought the rabbit gentleman.
+
+Carefully, as he hid behind the stump, Uncle Wiggily took out one of
+the toy balloons. Carefully he blew it up, bigger and bigger and
+bigger, until, all at once:
+
+"Bang!" exploded the toy balloon, even making Uncle Wiggily jump.
+And as for the fox and Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel, why they were so
+kerslostrated (if you will kindly excuse me for using such a word)
+that they turned a somersault, jumped up in the air, came down,
+turned a peppersault, and started to run.
+
+"Did you hear that noise?" asked the weasel. "That was a pop, and
+whenever I hear a pop I have to go! And I'm going fast!"
+
+"So am I!" barked the fox. "That was a hunter with a gun after us, I
+guess. We'll get those rabbits some other time."
+
+"Maybe you will, and maybe not!" laughed Uncle Wiggily, as he
+hurried on to the burrow with the bread, sugar and the rest of the
+toy balloons, with which Sammie and Susie had lots of fun.
+
+So you see Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel, didn't get Uncle Wiggily after
+all, and if the pepper caster doesn't throw dust in the potato's
+eyes, and make it sneeze at the rag doll, I'll tell you next about
+Uncle Wiggily and Simple Simon.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND SIMPLE SIMON
+
+
+"There!" exclaimed Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady
+housekeeper, who, with Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman,
+was visiting at the Littletail rabbit burrow one day. "There they
+are, Uncle Wiggily, all nicely wrapped up for you to carry."
+
+"What's nicely wrapped up?" asked the bunny uncle. "And what do you
+want me to carry?" And he looked over the tops of his spectacles at
+the muskrat lady, sort of surprised and wondering.
+
+"I want you to carry the jam tarts, and they are all nicely wrapped
+up," went on Nurse Jane. "Don't you remember, I said I was going to
+make some for you to take over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady?"
+
+"Oh, of course!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "The jam tarts are for Lulu,
+Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck children. I remember now.
+I'll take them right over."
+
+"They are all nicely wrapped up in a clean napkin," went on the
+muskrat lady, "so be careful not to squash them and squeeze out the
+jam, as they are very fresh."
+
+"I'll be careful," promised the old rabbit gentleman, as he put on
+his fur coat and took down off the parlor mantle his red, white and
+blue striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch, made of a corn-stalk.
+
+"Oh, wait a minute, Uncle Wiggily! Wait a minute!" cried Mrs.
+Littletail, the bunny mother of Sammie and Susie, the rabbit
+children, as Mr. Longears started out. "Where are you going?"
+
+"Over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady's house, with some jam
+tarts for Lulu, Alice and Jimmie," answered Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Then would you mind carrying, also, this little rubber plant over
+to her?" asked Mrs. Littletail. "I told Mrs. Wibblewobble I would
+send one to her the first chance I had."
+
+"Right gladly will I take it," said Uncle Wiggily. So Mrs.
+Littletail, the rabbit lady, wrapped the pot of the little rubber
+plant, with its thick, shiny green leaves, in a piece of paper, and
+Uncle Wiggily, tucking it under one paw, while with the other he
+leaned on his crutch, started off over the fields and through the
+woods, with the jam tarts in his pocket. Over toward the home of the
+Wibblewobble duck family he hopped.
+
+Mr. Longears, the nice old rabbit gentleman, had not gone very far
+before, all at once, from behind a snow-covered stump, he heard a
+voice saying:
+
+"Oh, dear! I know I'll never find him! I've looked all over and I
+can't see him anywhere. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?"
+
+"My! That sounds like some one in trouble," Uncle Wiggily said to
+himself. "I wonder if that is any of my little animal friends? I
+must look."
+
+So the rabbit gentleman peeked over the top of the stump, and there
+he saw a queer-looking boy, with a funny smile on his face, which
+was as round and shiny as the bottom of a new dish pan. And the boy
+looked so kind that Uncle Wiggily knew he would not hurt even a
+lollypop, much less a rabbit gentleman.
+
+"Oh, hello!" cried the boy, as soon as he saw Uncle Wiggily. "Who
+are you?"
+
+"I am Mr. Longears," replied the bunny uncle. "And who are you?"
+
+"Why, I'm Simple Simon," was the answer. "I'm in the Mother Goose
+book, you know."
+
+"Oh, yes, I remember," said Uncle Wiggily. "But you seem to be _out_
+of the book, just now."
+
+"I am," said Simple Simon. "The page with my picture on it fell out
+of the book, and so I ran away. But I can't find him anywhere and I
+don't know what to do."
+
+"Who is it you can't find?" asked the rabbit.
+
+"The pie-man," answered the funny, round-faced boy. "Don't you
+remember, it says in the book, 'Simple Simon met a pie-man going to
+the fair?'"
+
+"Oh, yes, I remember," Uncle Wiggily answered. "What's next?"
+
+"Well, I can't find him anywhere," said Simple Simon. "I guess the
+pie-man didn't fall out of the book when I did."
+
+"That's too bad," spoke Uncle Wiggily, kindly.
+
+"It is," said Simple Simon. "For you know he ought to ask me for my
+penny, when I want to taste of his pies, and indeed, I haven't any
+penny--not any, and I'm _so_ hungry for a piece of pie!" And Simple
+Simon began to cry.
+
+"Oh, don't cry," said Uncle Wiggily. "See, in my pocket I have some
+jam tarts. They are for Lulu, Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble, the
+ducks, but there are enough to let you have one."
+
+"Why, you are a regular pie-man yourself; aren't you?" laughed
+Simple Simon, as he ate one of Nurse Jane's nice jam tarts.
+
+"Well, you might call me that," said the bunny uncle. "Though I
+s'pose a tart-man would be nearer right."
+
+"But there's something else," went on Simple Simon. "You know in the
+Mother Goose book I have to go for water, in my mother's sieve. But
+soon it all ran through." And then, cried Simple Simon, "Oh, dear,
+what shall I do?" And he held out a sieve, just like a coffee
+strainer, full of little holes. "How can I ever get water in that?"
+he asked. "I've tried and tried, but I can't. No one can! It all
+runs through!"
+
+Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then he cried:
+
+"I have it! I'll pull some leaves off the rubber plant I am taking
+to Mrs. Wibblewobble. We'll put the leaves in the bottom of the
+sieve, and, being of rubber, water can't get through them. Then the
+sieve will hold water, or milk either, and you can bring it to your
+mother."
+
+"Oh, fine!" cried Simple Simon, licking the sticky squeegee jam off
+his fingers. So Uncle Wiggily put some rubber plant leaves in the
+bottom of the sieve, and Simple Simon, filling it full of water,
+carried it home to his mother, and not a drop ran through, which, of
+course, wasn't at all like the story in the book.
+
+"But that isn't my fault," said Uncle Wiggily, as he took the rest
+of the jam tarts to the Wibblewobble children. "I just had to help
+Simple Simon." Which was very kind of Uncle Wiggily, I think; don't
+you? It didn't matter if, just once, something happened that wasn't
+in the book.
+
+And Mrs. Wibblewobble didn't at all mind some of the leaves being
+off her rubber plant. So you see we should always be kind when we
+can; and if the canary bird doesn't go to sleep in the bowl with the
+goldfish, and forget to whistle like an alarm clock in the morning,
+I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the crumple-horn cow.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CRUMPLE-HORN COW
+
+
+"Where are you going, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy,
+the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit gentleman
+starting out from his hollow-stump bungalow one day. He was back
+again from his visit to Sammie and Susie Littletail.
+
+"Oh, I'm just going for a walk," answered Mr. Longears. "I have not
+had an exciting adventure since I carried the valentines for Jack
+and Jill, before they tumbled down hill, and perhaps to-day I may
+find something else to make me lively, and happy and skippy like."
+
+"Too much hopping and skipping is not good for you," the muskrat
+lady said.
+
+"Yes, I think it is, if you will excuse me for saying so," spoke
+Uncle Wiggily politely. "It keeps my rheumatism from getting too
+painful."
+
+Then, taking his red, white and blue striped rheumatism crutch from
+inside the talking machine horn, Uncle Wiggily started off.
+
+Over the fields and through the woods went the rabbit gentleman,
+until, pretty soon, as he was walking along, wondering what would
+happen to him that day, he heard a voice saying:
+
+"Moo! Moo! Moo-o-o-o-o!"
+
+"Ah! That sounds rather sad and unhappy like," spoke the rabbit
+gentleman to himself. "I wonder if it can be any one in trouble?"
+
+So he peeked through the bushes and there he saw a nice cow, who was
+standing with one foot in the hollow of a big stump.
+
+"Moo! Moo!" cried the cow. "Oh, dear, will no one help me?"
+
+"Why, of course, I'll help you," kindly said Uncle Wiggily. "What is
+the matter, and who are you?"
+
+"Why, I am the Mother Goose cow with the crumpled horn," was the
+answer, "and my foot is caught so tightly in the hole of this stump
+that I cannot get it out."
+
+"Why, I'll help you, Mrs. Crumpled-horn Cow," said Uncle Wiggily,
+kindly. Then, with his rheumatism crutch, the rabbit gentleman
+pushed loose the cow's hoof from where it was caught in the stump,
+and she was all right again.
+
+"Oh, thank you so much, Uncle Wiggily," spoke the crumpled-horn cow.
+"If ever I can do you a favor I will."
+
+"Thank you," said the rabbit gentleman, politely. "I'm sure you
+will. But how did you happen to get your hoof caught in that stump?"
+
+"Oh, I was standing on it, trying to see if I could jump over the
+moon," was the answer.
+
+"Jump over the moon!" cried the rabbit gentleman. "You surprise me!
+Why in the world----"
+
+"It's this way, you see," spoke the crumpled-horn lady cow. "In the
+Mother Goose book it says: 'Hi-diddle-diddle, the cat's in the
+fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.' Well, if one cow did that, I
+don't see why another one can't. I got up on the stump, to try and
+jump over the moon, but my foot slipped and I was caught fast.
+
+"I suppose I should not have tried it, for I am the cow with the
+crumpled horn. You have heard of me, I dare say. I'm the cow with
+the crumpled horn, that little Boy Blue drove out of the corn. I
+tossed the dog that worried that cat that caught the rat that ate
+the malt that lay in the house that Jack built."
+
+"Oh, I remember you now," said Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"And this is my crumpled horn," went on the cow, and she showed the
+rabbit gentleman how one of her horns was all crumpled and crooked
+and twisted, just like a corkscrew that is used to pull hard corks
+out of bottles.
+
+"Well, thank you again for pulling out my foot," said the cow, as
+she turned away. "Now I must go toss that dog once more, for he's
+always worrying the cat."
+
+So the cow went away, and Uncle Wiggily hopped on through the woods
+and over the fields. He had had an adventure, you see, helping the
+cow, and later on he had another one, for he met Jimmie
+Wibblewobble, the boy duck, who had lost his penny going to the
+store for a cornmeal-flavored lollypop. Uncle Wiggily found the
+penny in the snow, and Jimmie was happy once more.
+
+The next day when Uncle Wiggily awakened in his hollow-stump
+bungalow, and tried to get out of bed, he was so lame and stiff that
+he could hardly move.
+
+"Oh, dear!" cried the rabbit gentleman. "Ouch! Oh, what a pain!"
+
+"What is it?" asked Nurse Jane. "What's the matter?"
+
+"My rheumatism," answered Uncle Wiggily. "Please send to Dr. Possum
+and get some medicine. Ouch! Oh, my!"
+
+"I'll go for the medicine myself," Nurse Jane said, and, tying her
+tail up in a double bow-knot, so she would not step on it, and trip,
+as she hurried along, over to Dr. Possum's she went.
+
+The doctor was just starting out to go to see Nannie Wagtail, the
+little goat girl, who had the hornache, but before going there Dr.
+Possum ran back into his office, got a big bottle of medicine, which
+he gave to Nurse Jane, saying:
+
+"When you get back to the hollow-stump bungalow pull out the cork
+and rub some on Uncle Wiggily's pain."
+
+"Rub the cork on?" asked Nurse Jane, sort of surprised like.
+
+"No, rub on some of the medicine from the bottle," answered Dr.
+Possum, laughing as he hurried off.
+
+Uncle Wiggily had a bad pain when Nurse Jane got back.
+
+"I'll soon fix you," said the muskrat lady. "Wait until I get the
+cork out of this bottle." But that was more easily said than done.
+Nurse Jane tried with all her might to pull out the cork with her
+paws and even with her teeth. Then she used a hair pin, but it only
+bent and twisted itself all up in a knot.
+
+"Oh, hurry with the medicine!" begged Uncle Wiggily. "Hurry,
+please!"
+
+"I can't get the cork out," said Nurse Jane. "The cork is stuck in
+the bottle."
+
+"Let me try," spoke the bunny uncle. But he could not get the cork
+out, either, and his pain was getting worse all the while.
+
+Just then came a knock on the bungalow door, and a voice said:
+
+"I am the cow with the crumpled horn. I just met Dr. Possum, and he
+told me Uncle Wiggily had the rheumatism. Is there anything I can do
+for him? I'd like to do him a favor as he did me one."
+
+"Yes, you can help me," said the rabbit gentleman. "Can you pull a
+tight cork out of a bottle?"
+
+"Indeed I can!" mooed the cow. "Just watch me!" She put her crooked,
+crumpled horn, which was just like a corkscrew, in the cork, and,
+with one twist, out it came from the bottle as easily as anything.
+Then Nurse Jane could rub some medicine on Uncle Wiggily's
+rheumatism, which soon felt much better.
+
+So you see Mother Goose's crumpled-horn cow can do other things
+besides tossing cat-worrying dogs. And if the fried egg doesn't go
+to sleep in the dish pan, so the knives and forks can't play tag
+there, I'll tell you next of Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
+
+
+"Uncle Wiggily, have you anything special to do this morning?" asked
+Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper for the rabbit
+gentleman, as she saw him get up from the breakfast table in his
+hollow-stump bungalow.
+
+"Anything special? Why, no, I guess not," answered the bunny uncle.
+"I was going out for a walk, and perhaps I may meet with an
+adventure on the way, or I may help some friends of Mother Goose, as
+I sometimes do."
+
+"You are always being kind to some one," said Nurse Jane, "and that
+is what I want you to do now. I have just made an orange cake,
+and----"
+
+"An orange cake?" cried Uncle Wiggily, his pink nose twinkling. "How
+nice! Where did you get the oranges?"
+
+"Up on the Orange Mountains, to be sure," answered the muskrat lady,
+with a laugh. "I have made two orange cakes, to tell the exact
+truth, which I always do. There is one for us and I wanted to send
+one to Dr. Possum, who was so good to cure you of the rheumatism,
+when the cow with the crumpled horn pulled the hard cork out of the
+medicine bottle for us."
+
+"Send an orange cake to Dr. Possum? The very thing! Oh, fine!" cried
+the bunny uncle. "I'll take it right over to him. Put it in a
+basket, so it will not take cold, Nurse Jane."
+
+The muskrat lady wrapped the orange cake in a clean napkin, and then
+put it in the basket for Uncle Wiggily to carry to Dr. Possum.
+
+Off started the old rabbit gentleman, over the woods and through the
+fields--oh, excuse me just a minute. He did not go over the woods
+this time. He only did that when he had his airship, which he was
+not using to-day, for fear of spilling the oranges out of the cake.
+So he went over the fields and through the woods to Dr. Possum's
+office.
+
+"Well, I wonder if I will have any adventure to-day?" thought the
+old rabbit gentleman, as he hopped along. "I hope I do, for----"
+
+And then he suddenly stopped thinking and listened, for he heard a
+dog barking, and a voice was sadly saying:
+
+"Oh, dear! It's too bad, I know it is, but I can't help it. It's
+that way in the book, so you'll have to go hungry."
+
+Then the dog barked again and Uncle Wiggily said:
+
+"More trouble for some one. I hope it isn't the bad dog who used to
+bother me. I wonder if I can help any one?"
+
+He looked around, and, nearby, he saw a little wooden house on the
+top of a hill. The barking and talking was coming from that house.
+
+"I'll go up and see what is the matter?" said the rabbit gentleman.
+"Perhaps I can help."
+
+He looked through a window of the house before going in, and he saw
+a lady, somewhat like Mother Goose, wearing a tall, peaked hat, like
+an ice cream cone turned upside down. And with her was a big dog,
+who was looking in an open cupboard and barking. And the lady was
+singing:
+
+  "Old Mother Hubbard
+  Went to the cupboard
+    To get her poor dog a bone.
+  But, when she got there,
+  The cupboard was bare,
+    And so the poor dog had none."
+
+"And isn't there anything else in the house to eat, except a bone,
+Mother Hubbard?" the dog asked. "I'm so hungry?"
+
+"There isn't, I'm sorry to say," she answered. "But I'll go to the
+baker's to get you some bread----"
+
+"And when you come back you will think I am dead," said the dog,
+quickly. "I'll look so, anyhow," he went on, "for I am so hungry.
+Isn't there any way of getting me anything to eat without going to
+the baker's? I don't care much for bread, anyhow."
+
+"How would you like a piece of orange cake?" asked Uncle Wiggily,
+all of a sudden, as he walked in Mother Hubbard's house. "Excuse
+me," said the bunny uncle, "but I could not help hearing what your
+dog said. I know how hard it is to be hungry, and I have an orange
+cake in my basket. It is for Dr. Possum, but I am sure he would be
+glad to let your dog have some."
+
+"That is very kind of you," said Mother Hubbard.
+
+"And I certainly would like orange cake," spoke the dog, making a
+bow and wagging his nose--I mean his tail.
+
+"Then you shall have it," said Uncle Wiggily, opening the basket. He
+set the orange cake on the table, and the dog began to eat it, and
+Mother Hubbard also ate some, for she was hungry, too, and, what do
+you think? Before Uncle Wiggily, or any one else knew it, the orange
+cake was all gone--eaten up--and there was none for Dr. Possum.
+
+"Oh, see what we have done!" cried Mother Hubbard, sadly. "We have
+eaten all your cake, Uncle Wiggily. I'm sure we did not mean to, but
+with a hungry dog----"
+
+"Pray do not mention it," said the rabbit gentleman, politely. "I
+know just how it is. I have another orange cake of my own at home.
+I'll go get that for Dr. Possum. He won't mind which one he has."
+
+"No. I can't let you do that," spoke Mother Hubbard. "You were too
+kind to be put to all that trouble. Next door to me lives Paddy
+Kake, the baker-man. I'll have him bake you a cake as fast as he
+can, and you can take that to Dr. Possum. How will that do?"
+
+"Why, that will be just fine!" said Uncle Wiggily, twinkling his
+pink nose at the dog, who was licking up the last of the cake crumbs
+with his red tongue.
+
+So Mother Hubbard went next door, where lived Paddy Kake, the baker.
+And she said to him:
+
+  "Paddy Kake, Paddy Kake, baker-man,
+  Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
+  Into it please put a raisin and plum,
+  And mark it with D. P. for Dr. Possum."
+
+"I will," said Paddy Kake. "I'll do it right away."
+
+And he did, and as soon as the cake was baked Uncle Wiggily put it
+in the basket where the orange one had been, and took it to Dr.
+Possum, who was very glad to get it. For the raisin and plum cake
+was as good as the orange one Mother Hubbard and her dog had eaten.
+
+So you see everything came out all right after all, and if the cork
+doesn't pop out of the ink bottle and go to sleep in the middle of
+the white bedspread, like our black cat, I'll tell you next about
+Uncle Wiggily and Little Miss Muffet.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND MISS MUFFET
+
+
+"Rat-a-tat-tat!" came a knock on the door of the hollow-stump
+bungalow, where Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, lived
+with Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper.
+"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
+
+"Come in," called Nurse Jane, who was sitting by a window, mending a
+pair of Uncle Wiggily's socks, which had holes in them.
+
+The door opened, and into the bungalow stepped a little girl. Oh,
+she was such a tiny thing that she was not much larger than a doll.
+
+"How do you do, Nurse Jane," said the little girl, making a low bow,
+and shaking her curly hair.
+
+"Why, I am very well, thank you," the muskrat lady said. "How are
+you?"
+
+"Oh, I'm very well, too, Nurse Jane."
+
+"Ha! You seem to know me, but I am not so sure I know you," said
+Uncle Wiggily's housekeeper. "Are you Little Bo Peep?"
+
+"No, Nurse Jane," answered the little girl, with a smile.
+
+"Are you Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?"
+Nurse Jane wanted to know.
+
+"I am not Mistress Mary," answered the little girl.
+
+"Then who are you?" Nurse Jane asked.
+
+"I am little Miss Muffet, if you please, and I have come to sit on a
+tuffet, and eat some curds and whey. I want to see Uncle Wiggily,
+too, before I go away."
+
+"All right," spoke Nurse Jane. "I'll get you the tuffet and the
+curds and whey," and she went out to the kitchen. The muskrat lady
+noticed that Miss Muffet said nothing about the spider frightening
+her away.
+
+"Perhaps she doesn't like to talk about it," thought Miss Fuzzy
+Wuzzy, "though it's in the Mother Goose book. Well, I'll not say
+anything, either."
+
+So she got the tuffet for little Miss Muffet; a tuffet being a sort
+of baby footstool. And, indeed, the little girl had to sit on
+something quite small, for her legs were very short.
+
+"And here are your curds and whey," went on Nurse Jane, bringing in
+a bowl. Curds and whey are very good to eat. They are made from
+milk, sweetened, and are something like a custard in a cup.
+
+So little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey,
+just as she ought to have done.
+
+"And," said Nurse Jane to herself, "I do hope no spider will come
+sit beside her to frighten Miss Muffet away, before Uncle Wiggily
+sees her, for she is a dear little child."
+
+Pretty soon some one was heard hopping up the front steps of the
+bungalow, and Nurse Jane said:
+
+"There is Uncle Wiggily now, I think."
+
+"Oh, I'm glad!" exclaimed little Miss Muffet, as she handed the
+muskrat lady the empty bowl of curds and whey. "I want to see him
+very specially."
+
+In came hopping the nice old rabbit gentleman, and he knew Little
+Miss Muffet right away, and was very glad to see her.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" cried the little girl. "I have been waiting to
+see you. I want you to do me a very special extra favor; will you?"
+
+"Why, of course, if I can," answered the bunny uncle, with a polite
+bow. "I am always glad to do favors."
+
+"You can easily do this one," said Little Miss Muffet. "I want you
+to come----"
+
+And just then Uncle Wiggily saw a big spider crawling over the floor
+toward the little girl, who was still on her tuffet, having finished
+her curds and whey.
+
+"And if she sees that spider, sit down beside her, it surely will
+frighten her away," thought Uncle Wiggily, "and I will not be able
+to find out what she wants me to do for her. Let me see, she hasn't
+yet noticed the spider. I wonder if I could get her out of the room
+while I asked the spider to kindly not to do any frightening, at
+least for a while?"
+
+So Uncle Wiggily, who was quite worried, sort of waved his paw
+sideways at the spider, and twinkled his pink nose and said "Ahem!"
+which meant that the spider was to keep on crawling, and not go near
+Miss Muffet. Uncle Wiggily himself was not afraid of spiders.
+
+"Yes, Uncle Wiggily," went on little Miss Muffet, who had not yet
+seen the spider. "I want you to come to----" and then she saw the
+rabbit gentleman making funny noses behind her back, and waving his
+paw at something, and Miss Muffet cried:
+
+"Why, what in the world is the matter, Uncle Wiggily? Have you hurt
+yourself?"
+
+"No, no," the rabbit gentleman quickly exclaimed. "It's the spider.
+She's crawling toward you, and I don't want her to sit down beside
+you, and frighten you away."
+
+Little Miss Muffet laughed a jolly laugh.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" she cried. "I'm not at all afraid of spiders!
+I'd let a dozen of them sit beside me if they wanted to, for I know
+they will not harm me, if I do not harm them. And besides, I knew
+this spider was coming all the while."
+
+"You did?" cried Nurse Jane, surprised like.
+
+"To be sure I did. She is Mrs. Spin-Spider, and she has come to
+measure me for a new cobweb silk dress; haven't you, Mrs.
+Spin-Spider?"
+
+"Yes, child, I have," answered the lady spider. "No one need be
+afraid of me."
+
+"I'm not," Uncle Wiggily said, "only I did not want you to frighten
+Miss Muffet away before she had her curds and whey."
+
+"Oh, I had them," the little girl said. "Nurse Jane gave them to me
+before you came in, Uncle Wiggily. But now let me tell you what I
+came for, and then Mrs. Spin-Spider can measure me for a new dress.
+I came to ask if you would do me the favor to come to my birthday
+party next week. Will you?"
+
+"Of course I will!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'll be delighted."
+
+"Good!" laughed Little Miss Muffet. Then along came Mrs.
+Spin-Spider, and sat down beside her and did not frighten the little
+girl away, but, instead, measured her for a new dress.
+
+So from this we may learn that cobwebs are good for something else
+than catching flies, and in the next chapter, if the piano doesn't
+come upstairs to lie down on the brass bed so the pillow has to go
+down in the coal bin to sleep, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily and
+the first little kitten.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FIRST KITTEN
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old rabbit gentleman, was asleep in
+his easy chair by the fire which burned brightly on the hearth in
+his hollow-stump bungalow. Mr. Longears was dreaming that he had
+just eaten a piece of cherry pie for lunch, and that the cherry pits
+were dropping on the floor with a "rat-a-tat-tat!" when he suddenly
+awakened and heard some one knocking on the front door.
+
+"Ha! Who is there? Come in!" cried the rabbit gentleman, hardly
+awake yet. Then he happened to think:
+
+"I hope it isn't the bad fox, or the skillery-scalery alligator,
+whom I have invited in. I ought not to have been so quick."
+
+But it was none of these unpleasant creatures who had knocked on
+Uncle Wiggily's door. It was Mrs. Purr, the nice cat lady, and when
+the rabbit gentleman had let her in she looked so sad and sorrowful
+that he said:
+
+"What is the matter, Mrs. Purr? Has anything happened?"
+
+"Indeed there has, Mr. Longears," the cat lady answered. "You know
+my three little kittens, don't you?"
+
+"Why, yes, I know them," replied the bunny uncle. "They are Fuzzo,
+Muzzo and Wuzzo. I hope they are not ill?"
+
+"No, they are not ill," said the cat lady, mewing sadly, "but they
+have run away, and I came to see if you would help me get them
+back."
+
+"Run away! Your dear little kittens!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "You
+don't mean it! How did it happen?"
+
+"Well, you know my little kittens had each a new pair of mittens,"
+said Mrs. Purr.
+
+"Yes, I read about that in the Mother Goose book," said the rabbit
+gentleman. "It must be nice to have new mittens."
+
+"My little kittens thought so," went on Mrs. Purr. "Their
+grandmother, Pussy Cat Mole, knitted them."
+
+"I have met Pussy Cat Mole," said Uncle Wiggily. "After she jumped
+over a coal, and in her best petticoat burned a great hole, I helped
+her mend it so she could go to the party."
+
+"I heard about that; it was very good of you," mewed Mrs. Purr. "But
+about my little kittens, when they got their mittens, what do you
+think they did?"
+
+"Why, I suppose they went out and played in the snow," Uncle Wiggily
+said. "I know that is what I would have done, when I was a little
+rabbit, if I had had a new pair of mittens."
+
+"I only wish they had done that," Mrs. Purr said. "But, instead,
+they went and ate some cherry pie. The red pie-juice got all over
+their new mittens, and when they saw it they became afraid I would
+scold them, and they ran away. I was not home when they ate the pie
+and soiled their mittens, but the cat lady who lives next door told
+me.
+
+"Now I want to know if you will try to find my three little kittens
+for me; Fuzzo, Wuzzo and Muzzo? I want them to come home so badly!"
+
+"I'll go look for them," promised the old rabbit gentleman. So
+taking his red, white and blue rheumatism crutch, off he started
+over the fields and through the woods. Mrs. Purr went back home to
+get supper, in case her kittens, with their pie-soiled mittens,
+should come back by themselves before Uncle Wiggily found them.
+
+On and on went the old rabbit gentleman. He looked on all sides and
+through the middle for any signs of the lost kittens, but he saw
+none for quite a while. Then, all at once, he heard a mewing sound
+over in the bushes, and he said:
+
+"Ha! There is the first little kitten!" And there, surely enough she
+was--Fuzzo!
+
+"Oh, dear!" Fuzzo was saying, "I don't believe I'll ever get them
+clean!"
+
+"What's the matter now?" asked the rabbit gentleman, though he knew
+quite well what it was, and only pretended he did not. "Who are you
+and what is the matter?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, I'm in such trouble," said the first little kitten. "My sisters
+and I ate some pie in our new mittens. We soiled them badly with the
+red pie-juice. Weren't we naughty kittens?"
+
+"Well, perhaps just a little bit naughty," Uncle Wiggily said. "But
+you should not have run away from your mamma. She feels very badly.
+Where are Muzzo and Wuzzo?"
+
+"I don't know!" answered Fuzzo. "They ran one way and I ran another.
+I'm trying to get the pie-juice out of my mittens, but I can't seem
+to do it."
+
+"How did you try?" Uncle Wiggily wanted to know.
+
+[Illustration: "Weren't we naughty kittens?"]
+
+"I am rubbing my mittens up and down on the rough bark of trees and
+on stones," answered Fuzzo. "I thought that would take the pie
+stains out, but it doesn't."
+
+"Of course not!" laughed Uncle Wiggily. "Now you come with me. I am
+going to take you home. Your mother sent me to look for you."
+
+"Oh, but I'm afraid to go home," mewed Fuzzo. "My mother will scold
+me for soiling my nice, new mittens. It says so in the book."
+
+"No, she won't!" laughed Uncle Wiggily. "You just leave it to me.
+But first you come to my hollow-stump bungalow."
+
+So Fuzzo, the first little kitten, put one paw in Uncle Wiggily's,
+and carrying her mittens in the other, along they went together.
+
+"Where are you, Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy?" called the rabbit
+gentleman, when they reached his hollow-stump bungalow. "I want you
+to make some nice, hot, soapy suds and water, and wash this first
+little kitten's mittens. Then they will be clean, and she can take
+them home with her."
+
+So the muskrat lady made some nice, hot, soap-bubbily suds and in
+them she washed the kitten's mittens. Then, when they were dry,
+Uncle Wiggily took the mittens, and also Fuzzo to Mrs. Purr's house.
+
+"Oh, how glad I am to have you back!" cried the cat mother. "I
+wouldn't have scolded you, Fuzzo, for soiling your mittens. You must
+not be afraid any more."
+
+"I won't," promised the first little kitten, showing her nice, clean
+mittens.
+
+And then Uncle Wiggily said he would go find the other two lost baby
+cats. And so, if the milkman doesn't put goldfish in the ink bottle,
+to make the puppy dog laugh when he goes to bed, I'll tell you next
+about Uncle Wiggily and the second kittie.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SECOND KITTEN
+
+
+"Well, where are you going now, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane
+Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, of the rabbit gentleman,
+one day as she saw him starting out of his hollow-stump bungalow,
+after he had found the first of the little kittens who had soiled
+their mittens.
+
+"I am going to look for the second little lost kitten," replied the
+bunny uncle, "though where she may be I don't know. Her name is
+Muzzo."
+
+"Why, her name is almost like mine, isn't it?" asked Nurse Jane
+Fuzzy Wuzzy.
+
+"A little like it," said Uncle Wiggily. "Poor little Muzzo! She and
+the other two kittens ran off after they had soiled their mittens,
+eating cherry pie when their mother, Mrs. Purr, was not at home."
+
+"It is very good of you to go looking for them," said Nurse Jane.
+
+"Oh, I just love to do things like that," spoke the rabbit
+gentleman. "Well, good-by. I'll see if I can't find the second
+kitten now."
+
+Away started the rabbit gentleman, over the fields and through the
+woods, looking on all sides for the second lost kitten, whose name
+was Muzzo.
+
+"Where are you, kittie?" called Uncle Wiggily. "Where are you,
+Muzzo? Come to me! Never mind if your mittens are soiled by
+cherry-pie-juice. I'll find a way to clean them."
+
+But no Muzzo answered. Uncle Wiggily looked everywhere, under bushes
+and in the tree tops; for sometimes kitty cats climb trees, you
+know; but no Muzzo could he find. Then Uncle Wiggily walked a little
+farther, and he saw Billie Wagtail, the goat boy, butting his head
+in a snow-bank.
+
+"What are you doing, Billie?" asked the rabbit gentleman.
+
+"Oh, just having some fun," answered Billie, standing up on his hind
+legs.
+
+"You haven't seen a little lost kitten, with cherry-pie-juice on her
+new mittens, have you?" asked the rabbit gentleman.
+
+"No, I am sorry to say I have not," said Billie, politely. "Did you
+lose one?"
+
+"No, she lost herself," said Uncle Wiggily, and he told about Muzzo.
+
+"I'll help you look for her," offered the goat boy, so he and Uncle
+Wiggily started off together to try to find poor little lost Muzzo,
+and bring her home to her mother, Mrs. Purr.
+
+Pretty soon, as the rabbit gentleman and the goat boy were walking
+along they heard a little mewing cry behind a pile of snow, and
+Uncle Wiggily said:
+
+"That sounds like Muzzo now."
+
+"Perhaps it is. Let's look," said Billie Wagtail.
+
+He and the bunny uncle looked over the pile of snow, and there,
+surely enough, they saw a little white pussy cat sitting on a stone,
+looking at her mittens, which were all covered with red pie-juice.
+
+"Oh, dear!" the little pussy was saying. "I don't know how to get
+them clean! What shall I do? I can't go home with my mittens all
+soiled, or my mamma will whip me."
+
+Of course, Mrs. Purr, the cat lady, would not do anything like that,
+but Muzzo thought she would.
+
+"What are you trying to do to clean your mittens, Muzzo?" asked
+Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Oh, how you surprised me!" exclaimed the second little lost kitten.
+"I did not know you were here."
+
+"Billie Wagtail and I came to look for you," said Uncle Wiggily.
+"But what about your mittens?"
+
+"Oh, I have been dipping them in snow, trying to clean them," said
+Muzzo. "Only the pie-juice will not come out."
+
+"Of course not," spoke Uncle Wiggily, with a laugh. "It needs hot
+soap-suds and water to clean them. You come home to my bungalow and
+we will get some."
+
+"Oh, I am so cold and tired I can't go another step," said the
+second little kitten, who had run away from home after she soiled
+her mittens. "I just can't."
+
+"Well, then, I don't know how you are going to get your mittens
+washed, out here in the cold and snow," said the rabbit gentleman.
+
+"Ha! I know a way!" said Billie Wagtail, the goat boy.
+
+"How?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"I'll get an empty tomato can," spoke Billie. "I know where there is
+one, for I was eating the paper off it, to get the paste, just
+before you came along."
+
+Goats like to eat paper off tomato cans, you know, because the paper
+is stuck on with sweet paste, and that is as good to goat children
+as candy is to you.
+
+"I'll go get the tomato can," said Billie, "and you can make a fire,
+Uncle Wiggily."
+
+"And then what?" asked the rabbit gentleman.
+
+"Then we will melt some snow, and make some hot water," went on
+Billie. "I have a cake of soap in my pocket, that I just bought at
+the store for my mother.
+
+"With the hot water in the can, and the soap, we can make a suds,
+and wash Muzzo's mittens out here as well as at your bungalow."
+
+"So we can, Billie!" cried the bunny uncle. "You go get the empty
+tomato tin and I'll make the fire. You needn't try to wash your
+soiled mittens in the snow any more, Muzzo," he said to the second
+lost kittie. "We will do it for you, in soapy water, which is
+better."
+
+Soon Uncle Wiggily made a fire. Back came Billie Wagtail with the
+tomato can. Some snow was put in it, and it was set over the blaze.
+Soon the snow melted into water, and then when the water was hot
+Uncle Wiggily made a soapy suds as Nurse Jane had done.
+
+"Now I can wash my mittens!" cried Muzzo, and she did. And when they
+were nice and clean she went home with them, and oh! how glad her
+mother was to see her!
+
+"Never run away again, Muzzo," said the cat lady.
+
+"I won't," promised the kitten. "But where is Wuzzo?"
+
+"She is still lost," said Mrs. Purr.
+
+"But I will go find her, too," said Uncle Wiggily.
+
+And if the apple pie doesn't go out snowballing with the piece of
+cheese, and forget to come back to dinner, I'll tell you next about
+Uncle Wiggily and the third little kitten.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE THIRD KITTEN
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, came walking
+slowly up the front path that led to his hollow-stump bungalow. He
+was limping a little on his red, white and blue striped barber-pole
+rheumatism crutch that Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady
+housekeeper, had gnawed for him out of a corn-stalk.
+
+"Well, I'm glad to be home again," said the rabbit uncle, sitting
+down on the front porch to rest a minute. And just then the door in
+the hollow stump opened, and Nurse Jane, looking out, said:
+
+"Oh, here he is now, Mrs. Purr."
+
+With that a cat lady came to the door and she said:
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily! I thought you never would come back. Did you
+find her?"
+
+"Find who?" asked the rabbit gentleman. "I was not looking for any
+one. I have just been down to Lincoln Park to see some squirrels who
+live in a hollow tree. They are second cousins to Johnnie and Billie
+Bushytail, the squirrels who live in our woods. I had a nice visit
+with them."
+
+"Then you didn't find Wuzzo, my third little lost kitten, did you?"
+asked Mrs. Purr, the cat mother.
+
+"What! Is Wuzzo still lost?" asked the bunny uncle, in great
+surprise. "I thought she had come home."
+
+"No, she hasn't," said Mrs. Purr. "You know you found my other
+kittens, Fuzzo and Muzzo, for me, but Wuzzo, the third little
+kitten, is still lost. She has been away all night, and I came over
+here the first thing this morning to see if you would not kindly go
+look for her. But you had already left and I have been waiting here
+ever since for you to come back."
+
+"Yes, I stayed longer with the park squirrels than I meant to," said
+Uncle Wiggily. "But now I am back I will start off and try to find
+Wuzzo. It's too bad your three little kittens ran away."
+
+They had, you know, as I told you in the two stories before this
+one. The three little kittens ate cherry pie with their new mittens
+on. And they soiled their mittens. Then they were so afraid their
+mother, Mrs. Purr, would scold them that they all ran away.
+
+But Mrs. Purr was a kind cat, and would not have scolded at all. And
+when she found her little kittens were gone she asked Uncle Wiggily
+to find them.
+
+"And you did find the first two, Fuzzo and Muzzo," said the cat
+lady. "So I am sure you can find the third one, Wuzzo."
+
+"I hope I can," Uncle Wiggily said. "I remember now I started off to
+find her, but my rheumatism hurt me so I had to come back to my
+bungalow. Then I forgot all about Wuzzo. But I'm all right now, and
+I'll start off."
+
+So away over the fields and through the woods went Uncle Wiggily,
+looking for the third little lost kitten. When he had found the two
+others he had helped them wash the pie-juice off their mittens, so
+they were nice and clean. And then the kittens were not afraid to go
+home.
+
+Uncle Wiggily looked all over for the third little kitten, under
+bushes, up in trees (for cats climb trees, you know), and even
+behind big rocks Uncle Wiggily looked. But no Wuzzo could he find.
+
+At last, when the rabbit gentleman came to a big hollow log that was
+lying on the ground, he sat down on it to rest, and, all of a
+sudden, he heard a voice inside the log speaking. And the voice
+asked:
+
+"Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?"
+
+"I've been to London to see the Queen," answered another voice.
+
+"Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you do there?"
+
+"I frightened a little mouse, under her chair," came the answer, and
+this time it was a little pussy cat kitten speaking, Uncle Wiggily
+was certain.
+
+The old rabbit gentleman looked in one end of the hollow log, and
+there surely enough, he saw Wuzzo, the third lost kitten.
+
+And besides Wuzzo, Uncle Wiggily saw Neddie Stubtail, the little
+bear boy, who always slept in a hollow log all Winter. But this time
+Neddie was awake, for it was near Spring.
+
+"Wuzzo, Wuzzo! Is that you? What are you doing there?" asked Uncle
+Wiggily. "Don't you know your poor mother is looking all over for
+you, and that she has sent me to find you? Why don't you come home?"
+
+"I--I'm afraid to," said Wuzzo, crawling out of the hollow log, and
+Neddie, the boy bear also crawled out, saying:
+
+"Hello, Uncle Wiggily!"
+
+"How do you do, Neddie," spoke the bunny uncle. "How long has Wuzzo
+been staying with you?"
+
+"She just ran in my hollow log," said the little bear chap, "and her
+tail, brushing against my nose, tickled me so that I sneezed and
+awakened from my Winter sleep."
+
+"Where have you been all night, since you ran away, Wuzzo?" asked
+Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Well," answered the third little kitten. "After Fuzzo, Muzzo and I
+soiled our mittens with cherry pie we all ran away."
+
+"Yes, I know that part," spoke the bunny uncle. "It was not right to
+do, but I have found the two other lost kitties. I couldn't find
+you, though. Why was that?"
+
+"Because I met Mother Goose," said Wuzzo, "and she asked me to go to
+London to see the Queen. She took me through the air on the back of
+her big gander, and we flew as quickly as you could have gone in
+your airship."
+
+"You went to London to see the Queen!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, in
+surprise. "Well, well! What did you do there?"
+
+"I frightened a little mouse under her chair, just as Mother Goose
+wanted me to do," said Wuzzo. "Then the big gander flew with me to
+these woods and went back to get Mother Goose, who stayed to talk
+with the Queen. So here I am, but I don't know the way home."
+
+"Oh, I'll take you home all right," said Uncle Wiggily. "But first
+we must wash your mittens."
+
+"Oh, I did that for her, in the log," said Neddie Stubtail,
+laughing. "With my red tongue I licked off all the sweet
+cherry-pie-juice, which I liked very much. So, now the mittens are
+clean."
+
+"Good!" cried the bunny uncle. "Now we will go to your mother,
+Wuzzo. She will be glad to know that you frightened a little mouse
+under the Queen's chair."
+
+So Uncle Wiggily took the third little kitten home, and thus they
+were all found. And if the cat on our roof doesn't jump down the
+chimney, and scare the lemon pie so it turns into an apple dumpling,
+I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the Jack horse.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE JACK HORSE
+
+
+"Well, where are you going to-day, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane
+Fuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit gentleman
+putting on his tall silk hat, and taking his red, white and blue
+striped rheumatism crutch down off the mantel.
+
+"I am going over to see Nannie and Billy Wagtail, the goat
+children," answered the bunny uncle. "I have not seen them in a long
+while."
+
+"But they'll be at school," said Nurse Jane.
+
+"I'll wait until they come home, then," said Uncle Wiggily. "And
+while I'm waiting I'll talk to Uncle Butter, the nice old gentleman
+goat."
+
+So off started Uncle Wiggily over the fields and through the woods.
+
+Pretty soon he came to the house where the family of Wagtail goats
+lived. They were given that name because they wagged their little
+short tails so very fast, sometimes up and down, and again sideways.
+
+"Why, how do you do, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Mrs. Wagtail, as she
+opened the door for the rabbit gentleman. "Come and sit down."
+
+"Thank you," he answered. "I called to see Nannie and Billie. But I
+suppose they are at school."
+
+"Yes, they are studying their lessons."
+
+"Well, I'll come in then, and talk to Uncle Butter, for I suppose
+you are busy."
+
+"Yes, I am, but not too busy to talk to you, Mr. Longears," said the
+goat lady. "Uncle Butter is away, pasting up some circus posters on
+the billboard, and I wish he'd come back, for I want him to go to
+the store for me."
+
+"Couldn't I go?" asked Uncle Wiggily, politely. "I have nothing
+special to do, and I often go to the store for Nurse Jane. I'd like
+to go for you."
+
+"Very well, you may," said Mrs. Wagtail. "I want for supper some
+papers off a tomato can, and a few more off a can of corn, and here
+is a basket to put them in. And you might bring a bit of brown
+paper, so I can make soup of it."
+
+"I will," said Uncle Wiggily, starting off with the basket on his
+paw. Goats, you know, like the papers that come off cans, as the
+papers have sweet paste on them. And they also like brown grocery
+paper itself, for it has straw in it, and goats like straw. Of
+course, goats eat other things besides paper, though.
+
+Uncle Wiggily was going carefully along, for there was ice and snow
+on the ground, and it was slippery, and he did not want to fall.
+Soon he was at the paper store, where he bought what Mrs. Wagtail
+wanted.
+
+And on the way back to the goat lady's house something happened to
+the old rabbit gentleman. As he stepped over a big icicle he put his
+foot down on a slippery snowball some little animal chap had left on
+the path, and, all of a sudden, bango! down went Uncle Wiggily,
+basket of paper, rheumatism crutch and all.
+
+"Ouch!" cried the rabbit gentleman, "I fear something is broken,"
+for he heard a cracking sound as he fell.
+
+He looked at his paws and legs and felt of his big ears. They seemed
+all right. Then he looked at the basket of paper. That was crumpled
+up, but not broken, and the bunny uncle's tall silk hat, while it
+had a few dents in, was not smashed.
+
+"Oh, dear! It's my rheumatism crutch," cried Uncle Wiggily. "It's
+broken in two, and how am I ever going to walk without it this
+slippery day I don't see. Oh, my goodness me sakes alive and some
+bang-bang tooth powder!"
+
+Carefully the rabbit gentleman arose, but as he had no red, white
+and blue striped crutch to lean on, he nearly fell again.
+
+"I guess I'd better stay sitting down," thought Uncle Wiggily.
+"Perhaps some one may come along, and I can ask them go get Nurse
+Jane to gnaw for me another rheumatism crutch out of a corn-stalk.
+I'll wait here until help comes."
+
+Uncle Wiggily waited quite a while, but no one passed by.
+
+"It will soon be time for Billie and Nannie Wagtail to pass by on
+their way from school," thought the bunny uncle. "I could send them
+for another crutch, I suppose."
+
+So he waited a little longer, and then, as no one came, he tried to
+walk with his broken crutch. But he could not. Then Uncle Wiggily
+cried:
+
+"Help! Help! Help!" but still no one came. "Oh, dear!" said the
+rabbit gentleman, "if only Mother Goose would fly past, riding on
+the back of her gander, she might take me home." He looked up, but
+Mother Goose was not sweeping cobwebs out of the sky that day, so he
+did not see her.
+
+Then, all of a sudden, as the rabbit gentleman sat there, wondering
+how he was going to walk on the slippery ice and snow without his
+crutch to help him, he heard a jolly voice singing:
+
+  "Ride a Jack horse to Banbury Cross,
+  To see an old lady jump on a white horse.
+  With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
+  She shall have music wherever she goes."
+
+And with that along through the woods came riding a nice, old lady
+on a rocking-horse. And on the side of the rocking-horse was painted
+in red ink the name:
+
+        JACK
+
+"Why, hello, Uncle Wiggily!" called the nice old lady, shaking her
+toes and making the bells jingle a pretty tune. "What is the matter
+with you?" she asked.
+
+"Oh, I am in such trouble," replied the bunny uncle. "I fell down on
+a slippery snowball, and broke my crutch. Without it I cannot walk,
+and I want to take these papers to Mrs. Wagtail, the goat lady, to
+eat."
+
+"Ha! If that is all your trouble I can soon fix matters!" cried the
+jolly old lady. "Here, get up beside me on my Jack horse, and I'll
+ride you to Mrs. Wagtail's, and then take you home to your
+hollow-stump bungalow."
+
+"Oh, will you? How kind!" said Uncle Wiggily. "Thank you! But have
+you the time?"
+
+"Lots of time," laughed the old lady. "It doesn't really matter when
+I get to Banbury Cross. Come on!"
+
+Uncle Wiggily got up on the back of the Jack horse, behind the old
+lady. She tinkled the rings on her fingers and jingled the bells on
+her toes, and so, of course, she'll have music wherever she goes.
+
+"Just as the Mother Goose books says," spoke the bunny uncle. "Oh,
+I'm glad you came along."
+
+"So am I," said the nice old lady. Then she took Uncle Wiggily to
+the Wagtail house, where he left the basket of papers, and next he
+rode on the Jack horse to his bungalow, and, after the bunny uncle
+had thanked the old lady, she, herself, rode on to Banbury Cross, to
+see another old lady jump on a white horse. And very nicely she did
+it too, let me tell you.
+
+So everything came out all right, and in the next chapter, if the
+apple pie doesn't turn a somersault and crack its crust so the juice
+runs out, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily and the clock-mouse.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CLOCK-MOUSE
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old rabbit gentleman, sat in an
+easy chair in his hollow-stump bungalow. He had just eaten a nice
+lunch, which Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper,
+had put on the table for him, and he was feeling a bit sleepy.
+
+"Are you going out this afternoon?" asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy, as she
+cleared away the dishes.
+
+"Hum! Ho! Well, I hardly know," Uncle Wiggily answered, in a sleepy
+voice. "I may, after I have a little nap."
+
+"Your new red, white and blue striped rheumatism crutch is ready for
+you," went on Nurse Jane. "I gnawed it for you out of a fine large
+corn-stalk."
+
+Uncle Wiggily had broken his other crutch, if you will kindly
+remember, when he slipped as he was coming back from the store,
+where he went for Mrs. Wagtail, the goat lady. And it was so
+slippery that the rabbit gentleman never would have gotten home,
+only he rode on a Jack horse with the lady, who had rings on her
+fingers and bells on her toes, as I told you in the story before
+this one.
+
+"Thank you for making me a new crutch, Nurse Jane," spoke the bunny
+uncle. "If I go out I'll take it."
+
+Then he went to sleep in his easy chair, but he was suddenly
+awakened by hearing the bungalow clock strike one. Then, as he sat
+up and rubbed his eyes with his paws, Uncle Wiggily heard a thumping
+noise on the hall floor and a little voice squeaked out:
+
+"Ouch! I've hurt my leg! Oh, dear!"
+
+"My! I wonder what that can be? It seemed to come out of my clock,"
+spoke Mr. Longears.
+
+"I did come out of your clock," said some one.
+
+"You did? Who are you, if you please?" asked the bunny uncle,
+looking all around. "I can't see you."
+
+"That's because I'm so small," was the answer. "But here I am, right
+by the table. I can't walk as my leg is hurt."
+
+Uncle Wiggily looked, and saw a little mouse, who was holding his
+left hind leg in his right front paw.
+
+"Who are you?" asked the bunny uncle.
+
+"I am Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse," was the answer. "And I am a
+clock-mouse."
+
+"A clock-mouse!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, in surprise. "I never
+heard of such a thing."
+
+"Oh, don't you remember me? I'm in Mother Goose's book. This is how
+it goes:
+
+  "'Hickory Dickory Dock,
+  The mouse ran up the clock.
+  The clock struck one,
+  And down he come,
+  Hickory Dickory Dock!'"
+
+"Oh, now I remember you," said Uncle Wiggily. "And so you are a
+clock-mouse."
+
+"Yes, I ran up your clock, and then when the clock struck one, down
+I had to come. But I ran down so fast that I tripped over the
+pendulum. The clock reached down its hands and tried to catch me,
+but it had no eyes in its face to see me, so I slipped, anyhow, and
+I hurt my leg."
+
+"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said Uncle Wiggily. "Perhaps I can fix
+it for you. Nurse Jane, bring me some salve for Hickory Dickory
+Dock, the clock-mouse," he called.
+
+The muskrat lady brought some salve, and, with a rag, Uncle Wiggily
+bound up the leg of the clock-mouse so it did not hurt so much.
+
+"And I'll lend you a piece of my old crutch, so you can hobble along
+on it," said Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Thank you," spoke Hickory Dickory Dock, the clock-mouse. "You have
+been very kind to me, and some day, I hope, I may do you a favor. If
+I can I will."
+
+"Thank you," Uncle Wiggily said. Then Hickory Dickory Dock limped
+away, but in a few days he was better, and he could run up more
+clocks, and run down when they struck one.
+
+It was about a week after this that Uncle Wiggily went walking
+through the woods on his way to see Grandfather Goosey Gander. And
+just before he reached his friend's house he met Mother Goose.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Wiggily," she said, swinging her cobweb broom up and
+down, "I want to thank you for being so kind to Hickory Dickory
+Dock, the clock-mouse."
+
+"It was a pleasure to be kind to him," said Uncle Wiggily. "Is he
+all better now?"
+
+"Yes, he is all well again," replied Mother Goose. "He is coming to
+run up and down your clock again soon."
+
+"I'll be glad to see him," said Uncle Wiggily. Then he went to call
+on Grandpa Goosey, and he told about Hickory Dickory Dock, falling
+down from out the clock.
+
+On his way back to his hollow-stump bungalow, Uncle Wiggily took a
+short cut through the woods. And, as he was passing along, his paw
+slipped and he became all tangled up in a wild grape vine, which was
+like a lot of ropes, all twisted together into hard knots.
+
+"Oh, dear!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'm caught!" The more he tried to
+untangle himself the tighter he was held fast, until it seemed he
+would never get out.
+
+"Oh!" cried the rabbit gentleman. "This is terrible. Will no one
+come to get me out? Help! Help! Will some one please help me?"
+
+"Yes, I will help you, Uncle Wiggily," answered a kind, little
+squeaking voice.
+
+"Who are you?" asked the rabbit gentleman, moving a piece of the
+grape vine away from his nose, so he could speak plainly.
+
+"I am Hickory Dickory Dock, the clock-mouse," was the answer, "and
+with my sharp teeth I will gnaw the grape vine in many pieces so you
+will be free."
+
+"That will be very kind of you," said Uncle Wiggily, who was quite
+tired out with his struggles to get loose.
+
+So Hickory Dickory Dock, with his sharp teeth, gnawed the grape
+vine, and, in a little while, Uncle Wiggily was loose and all right
+again.
+
+"Thank you," said the bunny uncle to the clock-mouse, as he hopped
+off, and Hickory Dickory Dock went with him, for his leg was all
+better now. "Thank you very much, nice little clock-mouse."
+
+"You did me a favor," said Hickory Dickory Dock, "and now I have
+done you one, so we are even." And that's a good way to be in this
+world. So, if the ink bottle doesn't turn pale when it sees the
+fountain pen jump in the goldfish bowl and swim I'll tell you next
+about Uncle Wiggily and the late scholar.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE LATE SCHOLAR
+
+
+"Heigh-ho!" cried Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice rabbit gentleman,
+one morning, as he hopped from bed and went to the window of his
+hollow-stump bungalow to look out. "Heigh-ho! It will soon be
+Spring, I hope, for I am tired of Winter."
+
+Then he went down-stairs, where Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
+lady housekeeper, had his breakfast ready on the table.
+
+Uncle Wiggily ate some cabbage pancakes with carrot maple sugar
+sprinkled over them, and then as he wiped his whiskers on his red
+tongue, which he used for a napkin, and as he twinkled his pink nose
+to see if it was all right, Nurse Jane said:
+
+"Yesterday, Uncle Wiggily, you told me you would like me to make
+some lettuce cakes today; did you not?"
+
+"I did," answered Uncle Wiggily, sort of slow and solemn like. "But
+what is the matter, Nurse Jane? I hope you are not going to tell me
+that you cannot, or will not, make those lettuce cakes."
+
+"Oh, I'll make them, all right enough, Wiggy," the muskrat lady
+answered, "only I have no lettuce. You will have to go to the store
+for me."
+
+"And right gladly will I go!" exclaimed the bunny uncle, speaking
+like some one in an old-fashioned story book. "I'll get my
+automobile out and go at once."
+
+Uncle Wiggily had not used his machine often that Winter, as there
+had been so much snow and ice. But now it was getting close to
+Spring and the weather was very nice. There was no snow in the woods
+and fields, though, of course, some might fall later.
+
+"It will do my auto good to have me ride in it," said the bunny
+uncle. He blew some hot air in the bologna sausage tires, put some
+talcum powder on the steering-wheel so it would not catch cold, and
+then, having tickled the whizzicum-whazzicum with a goose feather,
+away he started for the lettuce store.
+
+It did not take him long to get there, and, having bought a nice
+head of the green stuff, the bunny uncle started back again for his
+hollow-stump bungalow.
+
+"Nurse Jane will make some fine lettuce cakes, with clover ice cream
+cones on top," he said to himself, as he hurried along in his
+automobile.
+
+He had not gone very far, and he was about halfway home, when from
+behind a bush he heard the sound of crying. Now, whenever Uncle
+Wiggily heard any one crying he knew some one was in trouble, and as
+he always tried to help those in trouble, he did it this time.
+Stopping his automobile, he called:
+
+"Who are you, and what is the matter? Perhaps I can help you."
+
+Out from behind the bush came a boy, a nice sort of boy, except that
+he was crying.
+
+"Oh, are you Simple Simon?" asked Uncle Wiggily, "and are you crying
+because you cannot catch a whale in your mother's water pail?"
+
+"No; I am not Simple Simon," was the answer of the boy.
+
+"Well, you cannot be Jack Horner, because you have no pie with you,
+and you're not Little Boy Blue, because I see you wear a red
+necktie," went on the bunny uncle. "Do you belong to Mother Goose at
+all?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes," answered the boy. "I do. You must have heard about me. I am
+Diller-a-Dollar, a ten o'clock scholar, why do you come so soon? I
+used to come at ten o'clock, but now I'll come at noon. Don't you
+know me?"
+
+"Ha! Why, of course, I know you!" cried Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly
+voice, as he put some lollypop oil on the doodle-oodleum of his
+auto. "But, why are you crying?"
+
+"Because I'm going to be late at school again," said the boy. "You
+see of late I have been late a good many mornings, but this morning
+I got up early, and was sure I would get there before noon."
+
+"And so you will, if you hurry," Uncle Wiggily said, looking at his
+watch, that was a cousin to the clock, up which, and down which, ran
+Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse. "It isn't anywhere near noon yet,"
+went on the rabbit gentleman. "You can almost get to school on time
+this morning."
+
+"I suppose I could," said the boy, "and I got up early on purpose to
+do that. But now I have lost my way, and I don't know where the
+school is. Oh, dear! Boo hoo! I'll never get to school this week, I
+fear."
+
+"Oh, yes, you will!" said Uncle Wiggily, still more kindly. "I'll
+tell you what to do. Hop up in the automobile here with me, and I'll
+take you to the school. I know just where it is. Sammie and Susie
+Littletail, my rabbit friends, and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the
+squirrels, as well as Nannie and Billie Wagtail, the goats, go
+there. Hop in!"
+
+So Diller-a-Dollar, the late scholar, hopped in the auto, and he and
+Uncle Wiggily started off together.
+
+"You'll not be late this morning," said the bunny uncle. "I'll get
+you there just about nine o'clock."
+
+Well, Uncle Wiggily meant to do it, and he might have, only for what
+happened. First a hungry dog bit a piece out of one of the bologna
+sausage tires on the auto wheels, and they had to go slower. Then a
+hungry cat took another piece and they had to go still more slowly.
+
+A little farther on the tinkerum-tankerum of the automobile, which
+drinks gasolene, grew thirsty and Uncle Wiggily had to give it a
+glass of lemonade. This took more time.
+
+And finally when the machine went over a bump the cork came out of
+the box of talcum powder and it flew in the face of Uncle Wiggily
+and the late scholar and they both sneezed so hard that the auto
+stopped.
+
+"See! I told you we'd never get to school," sadly said the boy. "Oh,
+dear! And I thought this time teacher would not laugh, and ask me
+why I came so soon, when I was really late."
+
+"It's too bad!" Uncle Wiggily said. "I did hope I could get you
+there on time. But wait a minute. Let me think. Ha! I have it! We
+are close to my bungalow. We'll run there and get in my airship.
+That goes ever so much faster than my auto, and I'll have you to
+school in no time."
+
+No sooner said than done! In the airship the late scholar and Uncle
+Wiggily reached school just as the nine o'clock bell was ringing,
+and so Diller-a-Dollar was on time this time after all. And the
+teacher said:
+
+"Oh, Diller-a-Dollar, my ten o'clock scholar, you may stand up in
+line. You used to come in very late, but now you come at nine."
+
+So the late scholar was not late after all, thanks to Uncle Wiggily,
+and if the egg beater doesn't go to sleep in the rice pudding, where
+it can't get out to go sleigh-riding with the potato masher, I'll
+tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Baa-Baa, the black sheep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND BAA-BAA BLACK SHEEP
+
+
+"My goodness! But it's cold to-day!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily
+Longears, the nice rabbit gentleman, as he came down to breakfast in
+his hollow-stump bungalow one morning. "It is very cold."
+
+"Indeed it is," said Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady
+housekeeper, as she put the hot buttered cabbage cakes on the table.
+"If you go out you had better wear your fur coat."
+
+"I shall," spoke the bunny uncle. "And I probably shall call on
+Mother Goose. She asked me to stop in the next time I went past."
+
+"What for?" Nurse Jane wanted to know.
+
+"Oh, Little Jack Horner hurt his thumb the last time he pulled a
+plum out of his Christmas pie, and Mother Goose wanted me to look at
+it, and see if she had better call in Dr. Possum. So I'll stop and
+have a look."
+
+"Well, give her my love," said Nurse Jane, and Uncle Wiggily
+promised that he would.
+
+A little later he started off across the fields and through the
+woods to the place where Mother Goose lived, not far from his own
+hollow-stump bungalow. Uncle Wiggily had on his fur overcoat, for it
+was cold. It had been warm the day before, when he had taken
+Diller-a-Dollar, the ten o'clock scholar, to school, but now the
+weather had turned cold again.
+
+"Come in!" called Mother Goose, when Uncle Wiggily had tapped with
+his paw on her door. "Come in!"
+
+The bunny uncle went in, and looked at the thumb of Little Jack
+Horner, who was playing marbles with Little Boy Blue.
+
+"Does your thumb hurt you much, Jack?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Yes, I am sorry to say it does. I'm not going to pull any more
+plums out of Christmas pies. I'm going to eat cake instead," said
+Jack Horner.
+
+"Well, I'll go get Dr. Possum for you," offered Uncle Wiggily. "I
+think that will be best," he remarked to Mother Goose.
+
+Wrapped in his warm fur overcoat, Uncle Wiggily once more started
+off over the fields and through the woods. He had not gone very far
+before he heard a queer sort of crying noise, like:
+
+"Baa! Baa! Baa!"
+
+"Ha! That sounds like a little lost lamb," said the bunny uncle,
+"only there are no little lambs out this time of year. I'll take a
+look. It may be some one in trouble, whom I can help."
+
+Uncle Wiggily looked around the corner of a stone fence, and there
+he saw a sheep shivering in the cold, for most of his warm, fleecy
+wool had been sheared off. Oh! how the sheep shivered in the cold.
+
+"Why, what is the matter with you?" asked Uncle Wiggily, kindly.
+
+"I am c-c-c-c-cold," said the sheep, shiveringly.
+
+"What makes you cold?" the bunny uncle wanted to know.
+
+"Because they cut off so much of my wool. You know how it is with
+me, for I am in the Mother Goose book. Listen!
+
+  "'Baa-baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
+  Yes, sir; yes, sir; three bags full.
+  One for the master, one for the man,
+  And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.'
+
+"That's the way I answered when they asked me if I had any wool,"
+said Baa-baa.
+
+"And what did they do?" asked the bunny uncle.
+
+"Why they sheared off my fleece, three bags of it. I didn't mind
+them taking the first bag full, for I had plenty and it was so warm
+I thought Spring was coming. And it doesn't hurt to cut off my
+fleecy wool, any more than it hurts to cut a boy's hair. And after
+they took the first bag full of wool for the master they took a
+second bag for the man. I didn't mind that, either. But when they
+took the third----"
+
+"Then they really did take three?" asked Uncle Wiggily, in surprise.
+
+"Oh, yes, to be sure. Why it's that way in the book of Mother Goose,
+you know, and they had to do just as the book says."
+
+"I suppose so," agreed Uncle Wiggily, sadly like.
+
+"Well, after they took the third bag of wool off my back the weather
+grew colder, and I began to shiver. Oh! how cold I was; and how I
+shivered and shook. Of course if the master and the man, and the
+little boy who lives in the lane, had known I was going to shiver
+so, they would not have taken the last bag of wool. Especially the
+little boy, as he is very kind to me.
+
+"But now it is done, and it will be a long while before my wool
+grows out again. And as long as it is cold weather I will shiver, I
+suppose," said Baa-baa, the black sheep.
+
+"No, you shall not shiver!" cried Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"How can you stop me?" asked the black sheep.
+
+"By wrapping my old fur coat around you," said the rabbit gentleman.
+"I have two fur overcoats, a new one and an old one. I am wearing
+the new one. The old one is at my hollow-stump bungalow. You go
+there and tell Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy to give it to you. Tell her I
+said so. Or you can go there and wait for me, as I am going to get
+Dr. Possum to fix the thumb of Little Jack Horner, who sat in a
+corner, eating a Christmas pie."
+
+"You are very kind," said Baa-baa. "I'll go to your bungalow and
+wait there for you."
+
+So he did, shaking and shivering all the way, but he soon became
+warm when he sat by Nurse Jane's fire. And when Uncle Wiggily came
+back from having sent Dr. Possum to Little Jack Horner, the rabbit
+gentleman wrapped his old fur coat around Baa-baa, the black sheep,
+who was soon as warm as toast.
+
+And Baa-baa wore Uncle Wiggily's old fur coat until warm weather
+came, when the sheep's wool grew out long again. So everything was
+all right, you see.
+
+And now, having learned the lesson that if you cut your hair too
+short you may have to wear a fur cap to stop yourself from getting
+cold, we will wait for the next story, which, if the pencil box
+doesn't jump into the ink well and get a pail of glue to make the
+lollypop stick fast to the roller-skates, will be about Uncle
+Wiggily and Polly Flinders.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND POLLY FLINDERS
+
+
+"There!" cried Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper,
+who took care of the hollow-stump bungalow for Uncle Wiggily
+Longears, the rabbit gentleman. "There, it is all finished at last!"
+
+"What's all finished?" asked the bunny uncle, who was reading the
+paper in his easy chair near the fire, for the weather was still
+cold. "I hope you don't mean you have finished living with me, Nurse
+Jane? For I would be very lonesome if you were to go away."
+
+"Oh, don't worry, I'll not leave you, Wiggy," she said. "What I
+meant was that I had finished making the new dress for Susie
+Littletail, the rabbit girl."
+
+"Good!" cried the bunny uncle. "A new dress for my little niece
+Susie. That's fine! If you like, Nurse Jane, I'll take it to her."
+
+"I wish you would," spoke the muskrat lady. "I have not time myself.
+Just be careful of it. Don't let the bad fox or the skillery-scalery
+alligator with humps on his ears bite holes in it."
+
+"I won't," promised Uncle Wiggily. So taking the dress, which Nurse
+Jane had sewed for Susie, over his paw, and with his tall silk hat
+over his ears, and carrying his red, white and blue striped
+barber-pole rheumatism crutch, off Uncle Wiggily started for the
+Littletail home.
+
+"Susie will surely like her dress," thought the rabbit gentleman.
+"It has such pretty colors." For it had, being pink and blue and red
+and yellow and purple and lavender and strawberry and lemon and
+Orange Mountain colors. There may have been other colors in it, but
+I can think of no more right away.
+
+Uncle Wiggily was going along past Old Mother Hubbard's house, and
+past the place where Mother Goose lived, when, coming to a place
+near a big tree, Uncle Wiggily saw another house. And from inside
+the house came a crying sound.
+
+"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?" sobbed a voice.
+
+"Ah, ha! More trouble!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I seem to be finding
+lots of people in trouble lately. Well, now to see who this is!"
+
+Going up to the house, and peering in a window, Uncle Wiggily saw a
+little girl sitting before a fireplace. And this little girl was
+crying.
+
+"Hello!" called Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly voice, as he opened the
+window. "What is the matter? Are you Little Bo Peep, and are you
+crying because you have lost your sheep?"
+
+"No, Uncle Wiggily," answered the little girl. "I am crying because
+I have spoiled my nice new dress, and when my mother comes home and
+finds it out she will whip me."
+
+"Oh, no!" cried the bunny uncle. "Your mother will never do that.
+But who are you?"
+
+"Why, don't you know? I am little Polly Flinders, I sat among the
+cinders, warming my pretty little toes. 'And her mother came and
+caught her, and she whipped her little daughter, for spoiling her
+nice new clothes.'
+
+"That's what it says in the Mother Goose book," said Polly Flinders,
+"and, of course, that's what will happen to me. Oh, dear! I don't
+want to be whipped. And I didn't really spoil quite all my nice new
+clothes. It's only my dress, and some hot ashes got on that."
+
+"Well, that isn't so bad," said Uncle Wiggily. "It may be that I can
+clean it for you." But when he looked at Polly's dress he saw that
+it could not be fixed, for, like Pussy Cat Mole's best petticoat,
+Polly's dress had been burned through with hot coals, so that it was
+full of holes.
+
+"No, that can't be fixed, I'm sorry to say," said Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Oh, dear!" sobbed Polly Flinders, as she sat among the cinders.
+"What shall I do? I don't want to be whipped by my mother."
+
+"And you shall not be," said the bunny uncle. "Not that I think she
+would whip you, but we will not give her a chance. See here, I have
+a new dress that I was taking to Susie Littletail. Nurse Jane can
+easily make my little rabbit niece another.
+
+"So you take this one, and give me your old one. And when your
+mother comes she will not see the holes in your dress. Only you must
+tell her what happened, or it would not be fair. Always tell mothers
+and fathers everything that happens to you."
+
+"I will," promised Polly Flinders.
+
+She soon took off her old dress and put on the new one intended for
+Susie, and it just fitted her.
+
+"Oh, how lovely!" cried Polly Flinders, looking at her toes.
+
+"And now," said Uncle Wiggily, "you must sit no more among the
+cinders."
+
+"I'll not," Polly promised, and she went and sat down in front of
+the looking-glass, where she could look proudly at the new
+dress--not too proudly, you understand, but just proud enough.
+
+Polly thanked Uncle Wiggily, who took the old soiled and burned
+dress to Susie's house. When the rabbit girl saw the bunny uncle
+coming she ran to meet him, crying:
+
+"Oh! did Nurse Jane send you with my new dress?"
+
+"She did," answered Uncle Wiggily, "but see what happened to it on
+the way," and he showed Susie the burned holes and all.
+
+"Oh, dear!" cried the little rabbit girl, sadly. "Oh, dear!"
+
+"Never mind," spoke Uncle Wiggily, kindly, and he told all that had
+happened. It was a sort of adventure, you see.
+
+"Oh, I'm glad you gave Polly my dress!" said Susie, clapping her
+paws.
+
+"Nurse Jane shall make you another dress," promised Uncle Wiggily,
+and the muskrat lady did. And when the mother of Polly Flinders came
+home she thought the new dress was just fine, and she did not whip
+her little daughter. In fact, she said she would not have done so
+anyhow. So that part of the Mother Goose book is wrong.
+
+And thus everything came out all right, and if the shaving brush
+doesn't whitewash the blackboard, so the chalk can't dance on it
+with the pencil sharpener, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily
+and the garden maid.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GARDEN MAID
+
+
+"Hey, ho, hum!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit
+gentleman, as he stretched up his twinkling, pink nose, and reached
+his paws around his back to scratch an itchy place. "Ho, hum! I
+wonder what will happen to me to-day?"
+
+"Are you going out again?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat
+lady housekeeper. "It seems to me that you go out a great deal, Mr.
+Longears."
+
+"Well, yes; perhaps I do," admitted the bunny uncle. "But more
+things happen to me when I go out than when I stay in the house."
+
+"And do you like to have things happen to you?" asked Miss Fuzzy
+Wuzzy.
+
+"When they are adventures I do," answered the rabbit gentleman. "So
+here I go off for an adventure."
+
+Off started the nice, old, bunny uncle, carrying his red, white and
+blue striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch--over his shoulder this
+time. For his pain did not hurt him much, as the sun was shining, so
+he did not have to limp on the crutch, which Nurse Jane had gnawed
+for him out of a corn-stalk.
+
+Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far toward the fields and woods
+before he heard Nurse Jane calling to him.
+
+"Oh, Wiggy! Wiggy, I say! Wait a moment!"
+
+"Yes, what is it?" asked the rabbit gentleman, turning around and
+looking over his shoulder. "Have I forgotten anything?"
+
+"No, it was I who forgot," said the muskrat lady housekeeper. "I
+forgot to tell you to bring me a bottle of perfume. Mine is all
+gone."
+
+"All right, I'll bring you some," promised Mr. Longears. "It will
+give me something to do--to go to the perfume store. Perhaps an
+adventure may happen to me there."
+
+Once more he was on his way, and soon he reached the perfume store,
+kept by a nice buzzing bee lady, who gathered sweet smelling
+perfume, as well as honey, from the flowers in Summer and put it
+carefully away for the Winter.
+
+"Some perfume for Nurse Jane, eh?" said the bee lady, as the rabbit
+gentleman knocked on her hollow-tree house. "There you are, Uncle
+Wiggily," and she gave him a bottle of the nice scent made from a
+number of flowers.
+
+"My! That smells lovely!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he pulled out
+the cork, and took a long sniff. "Nurse Jane will surely like that
+perfume!"
+
+With the sweet scented bottle in his paw, the rabbit gentleman
+started back toward his hollow-stump bungalow. He had not gone very
+far before he saw a nurse maid, out in the garden, back of a big
+house. There was a basket in front of the maid, with some clothes in
+it, and stretched across the garden was a line, with more clothes on
+it, flapping in the wind.
+
+"Ha!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "I wonder if that garden maid,
+hanging up the clothes, wouldn't like to smell Nurse Jane's perfume?
+Nurse Jane will not mind, and perhaps it will be doing that maid a
+kindness to let her smell something sweet, after she has been
+smelling washing-soap-suds all morning."
+
+So the bunny uncle, who was always doing kind things, hopped over to
+the garden maid, and politely asked:
+
+"Wouldn't you like to smell this perfume?" and he held out the
+bottle he had bought of the bee lady.
+
+The garden maid turned around, and said in a sad voice:
+
+"Thank you, Uncle Wiggily. It is very kind of you, I'm sure, and I
+would like to smell your perfume. But I can't."
+
+"Why not?" asked the bunny uncle. "The cork is out of the bottle.
+See!"
+
+"That may very well be," went on the garden maid, "but the truth of
+the matter is that I cannot smell, because a blackbird has nipped
+off my nose."
+
+Uncle Wiggily, in great surprise, looked, and, surely enough, a
+blackbird had nipped off the nose of the garden maid.
+
+"Bless my whiskers!" cried the bunny uncle. "What a thing for a
+blackbird to do--nip off your nose! Why did he do such an impolite
+thing as that?"
+
+"Why, he had to do it, because it's that way in the Mother Goose
+book," said the maid. "Don't you remember? It goes this way:
+
+  "'The King was in the parlor,
+  Counting out his money,
+  The Queen was in the kitchen,
+  Eating bread and honey.
+  The maid was in the garden,
+  Hanging out the clothes,
+  Along came a blackbird
+  And nipped off her nose.'
+
+"That's the way it was," said the garden maid.
+
+"Oh, yes, I remember now," spoke Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"Well, I'm the maid who was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,"
+said she, "and, as you can see, along came a blackbird and nipped
+off my nose. That is, you can't see the blackbird, but you can see
+the place where my nose ought to be."
+
+"Yes," answered Uncle Wiggily, "I can. It's too bad. That blackbird
+ought to have his feathers ruffled."
+
+"Oh, he didn't mean to be bad," said the garden maid. "He had to do
+as it says in the book, and he had to nip off my nose. So that's why
+I can't smell Nurse Jane's nice perfume."
+
+Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then he said:
+
+"Just you wait here. I think I can fix it so you can smell as well
+as ever."
+
+Then the bunny uncle hurried off through the woods until he found
+Jimmie Caw-Caw, the big black crow boy.
+
+"Jimmie," said the bunny uncle, "will you fly off, find the
+blackbird, and ask him to give back the garden maid's nose so she
+can smell perfume?"
+
+"I will," said Jimmie Caw-Caw, very politely. "I certainly will!"
+
+Away he flew, and, after a while, in the deep, dark part of the
+woods he found the blackbird, sitting on a tree.
+
+"Please give me back the garden maid's nose," said Jimmie, politely.
+
+"Certainly," answered the blackbird, also politely. "I only took it
+off in fun. Here it is back. I'm sorry I bothered the garden maid,
+but I had to, as it's that way in the Mother Goose book."
+
+Off to Uncle Wiggily flew Jimmie, the crow boy, with the young
+lady's nose, and soon Dr. Possum had fastened it back on the garden
+maid's face as good as ever.
+
+"Now you can smell the perfume," said Uncle Wiggily, and when he
+held up the bottle the maid said:
+
+"Oh, what a lovely smell!"
+
+So the bunny uncle left a little perfume in a bottle for the garden
+maid, and then she went on hanging up the clothes, and she felt very
+happy because she had a nose. So you see how kind Uncle Wiggily and
+Jimmie were, and Nurse Jane, too, liked the perfume very much.
+
+So if the little girl's roller-skates don't run over the pussy's
+tail and ruffle it all up so she can't go to the moving picture
+party, I'll tell you next of Uncle Wiggily and the King.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE KING
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old rabbit gentleman, was sitting
+in an easy chair in his hollow-stump bungalow, one day, looking out
+of the window at the blue sky, and he was feeling quite happy. And
+why should he not be happy?
+
+Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady housekeeper, had just given
+him a nice breakfast of cabbage pancakes, with carrot maple sugar
+tied in a bow-knot in the middle, and Uncle Wiggily had eaten nine.
+Nine cakes, I mean, not nine bows.
+
+"And now," said the bunny uncle to himself, "I think I shall go out
+and take a walk. Perhaps I may have an adventure. Do you want any
+perfume, or anything like that from the store?" asked Mr. Longears
+of Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.
+
+"No, thank you, I think not," answered the muskrat lady. "Just bring
+yourself home, and that will be all."
+
+"Oh, I'll do that all right," promised the bunny gentleman. So away
+he hopped, over the fields and through the woods, humming to himself
+a little song which went something like this:
+
+  "I'm feeling happy now and gay,
+  Why shouldn't I, this lovely day?
+  'Tis time enough to be quite sad,
+  When wind and rain make weather bad.
+  But, even then, one ought to try
+  To think that soon it will be dry.
+  So then, no matter what the weather,
+  Smile, as though tickled by a feather."
+
+Uncle Wiggily felt happier than ever when he had sung this song,
+but, as he went along a little further, he came, all at once, to a
+very nice house indeed, out of which floated the sound of a sad
+voice.
+
+Uncle Wiggily was surprised to hear this, for the house was such a
+nice one that it seemed no one ought to be unhappy who lived there.
+
+The house was made of gold and silver, with diamond windows, and the
+chimney was made of a red ruby stone, which, as every one knows, is
+very expensive. But with all that the sad voice came sailing out of
+one of the opened diamond windows, and the voice said:
+
+"Oh, dear! It's gone! I can't find it! I dropped it and it rolled
+down a crack in the floor. Now I'll never get it again. Oh, dear!"
+
+"Well, that sounds like some one in trouble," said the bunny uncle.
+"I must see if I cannot help them," for Uncle Wiggily helped real
+folk, who lived in fine houses, as well as woodland animals, who
+lived in hollow trees.
+
+Uncle Wiggily hopped up to the open diamond window of the gold and
+silver house, with the red ruby chimney, and, poking his nose
+inside, the rabbit gentleman asked:
+
+"Is there some one here in trouble whom I may have the pleasure of
+helping?"
+
+"Yes," answered a voice. "I'm here, and I'm surely in trouble."
+
+"Who are you, and what is the trouble, if I may ask?" politely went
+on Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"I am the king," was the answer. "This is my palace, but, with all
+that, I am in trouble. Come in."
+
+In hopped Uncle Wiggily, and there, surely enough, was the king, but
+he was in the kitchen, down on his hands and knees, looking with one
+eye through a crack in the floor, which is something kings hardly
+ever do.
+
+"It's down there," he said. "And I can't get it. I'm too fat to go
+through the crack."
+
+"What's down there?" Uncle Wiggily wanted to know.
+
+"My money," answered the king. "You may have heard about me," and he
+recited this little verse:
+
+  "The king was in the kitchen,
+  Counting out his money;
+  The queen was in the parlor,
+  Eating bread and honey;
+  The maid was in the garden,
+  Hanging out the clothes,
+  Along came a blackbird,
+  Who nipped off her nose."
+
+The fat man got up off the kitchen floor.
+
+"I'm the king," he said, taking up his gold and diamond crown from a
+kitchen chair, where he had put it as he kneeled down, so it would
+not fall off and be dented. "From Mother Goose, you know; don't
+you?"
+
+"Yes, I know," answered Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"I dare say you'll find the queen in the parlor eating bread and
+honey," went on the king. "At least I saw her start for there with a
+plate, knife and fork as I was coming here. And, no doubt, the maid
+is in the garden, where she'll pretty soon have her nose nipped off
+by a blackbird."
+
+"That part happened yesterday," said Uncle Wiggily. "I was there
+just after it happened, and I got Jimmie Caw-Caw, the crow boy, to
+fly after the blackbird and bring back the maid's nose. She is as
+well as ever now and can smell all kinds of perfume."
+
+"Good!" cried the fat king. "You were very kind to help her. I only
+wish you could help me. But I don't see how you can. My money, which
+I was counting, fell out of my hands and dropped down a crack in the
+floor. I can see it lying down there in the dirt, but I can't get at
+it unless I move to one side my gold and silver palace, and I don't
+want to do that. I don't suppose you can move a palace, can you?"
+And he looked askingly at Uncle Wiggily.
+
+"No, I can't do that," said the bunny uncle. "But still I think I
+can get your money without moving the palace."
+
+"How?" asked the king.
+
+"Why, I can go outside," said Mr. Longears, "and with my strong
+paws, which are just made for digging, I can burrow, or dig, a place
+through the dirt under your palace-house, crawl in and get what you
+dropped."
+
+"Oh, please do!" cried the king.
+
+So Uncle Wiggily did.
+
+Down under the cellar wall of the palace, through the dirt, dug the
+bunny gentleman, with his strong paws. Pretty soon he was right
+under the kitchen, and there, just where they had dropped through
+the crack, were the king's gold and silver pennies and other pieces
+of money. Uncle Wiggily picked them up, put them in his pocket and
+crawled out again.
+
+"There you are, king," he said. "You have your money back."
+
+"Oh, thank you ever so much!" cried the king. "I'll have the cook
+give you some carrots." And he did, before he went on counting his
+money in the kitchen. And this time he stuffed a dish-rag in the
+crack so no more pennies would fall through.
+
+"Well, Uncle Wiggily, where are you going now?" asked the King, as
+he saw the bunny gentleman hopping away with the bunch of carrots.
+
+"I hardly know that myself," answered the rabbit. "I want to have
+more adventures, either with the friends of Old Mother Hubbard and
+Mother Goose, or with some of the animal or birds that live in the
+woods."
+
+"I think some adventures with birds would be exciting," spoke the
+King. "This blackbird who nipped off the maid's nose was a lively
+sort of chap."
+
+"He was, indeed," agreed the bunny gentleman. "I think I should like
+some adventures with my feathered friends who fly in the air. When I
+come back I'll tell you about them, Mr. King."
+
+"Please do," begged the gentleman with the gold and diamond crown.
+And so, as long as the rabbit wishes it, and if the condensed milk
+doesn't jump out of the molasses jug and scare the coffee pot so
+that it drinks tea, I shall make the next book "Uncle Wiggily and
+the Birds," and I hope you will like it.
+
+
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