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Garis, Illustrated by Edward Bloomfield and Lansing Campbell</h1> +<pre> +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 <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p class="pg">Title: Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard<br /> </p> +<p class="pg"> Adventures of the Rabbit Gentleman with the Mother Goose Characters<br /> </p> +<p class="pg">Author: Howard R. Garis<br /> </p> +<p class="pg">Release Date: October 27, 2007 [eBook #23213]<br /> </p> +<p class="pg">Language: English<br /> </p> +<p class="pg">Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1<br /> </p> +<p class="pg">***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD***<br /> </p> +<p> </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> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </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 “<span class="author_works">Uncle Wiggily Bedtime Stories</span>,” “<span class="author_works">Uncle + Wiggily Animal Stories</span>,” “<span class="author_works">Uncle Wiggily’s Story + Book</span>,” “<span class="author_works">The Daddy Series</span>,” Etc.</p> + + <p class="illustrator">Illustrated by<br /> + <span class="special_name">Edward Bloomfield</span><br /> + &<br /> + <span class="special_name">Lansing Campbell</span></p> + + <p> </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’S BOOKS by Howard R. Garis</p> + + <p class="ad_head_2">UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIES</p> + + <ul> + <li>UNCLE WIGGILY’S ADVENTURES</li> + <li>UNCLE WIGGILY’S TRAVELS</li> + <li>UNCLE WIGGILY’S FORTUNE</li> + <li>UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTOMOBILE</li> + <li>UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE SEASHORE</li> + <li>UNCLE WIGGILY’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’S JOURNEY</li> + <li>UNCLE WIGGILY’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’S STORY BOOK<br /> + and<br /> + UNCLE WIGGILY’S PICTURE BOOK</p> + + <p class="copyright">Copyright, 1922, by<br /> + R. F. FENNO & 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—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>“Uncle Wiggily! Uncle Wiggily! Can’t + you come out and play with us?”</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>“I think I will go for a ride in my airship. + Is there anything I can bring from the store + for you?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page11" title="11"></a>“Why, you might bring a loaf of bread and + a pound of sugar,” answered the muskrat lady.</p> + + <p>“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.</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’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>“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.”</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“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?”</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’s back.</p> + + <p>“Why, it’s Mother Goose!” cried Uncle + Wiggily Longears. “It’s Mother Goose! She + looks just like her pictures in the book, too.”</p> + + <p>“Yes, I am Mother Goose,” said the lady who + was riding on the back of the big, white gander.</p> + + <p>“I am glad to meet you, Mother Goose,” + spoke Mr. Longears. “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.”</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>“Why not?” asked the bunny uncle.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“The smoke from your burning bungalow,” + went on Mother Goose. “It caught fire, when + Nurse Jane was getting dinner, and <span class="keep_together">now——</span>”</p> + + <p>“Oh! Don’t tell me Nurse Jane is burned!” + cried Uncle Wiggily. “Don’t say that!”</p> + + <p>“I was not going to,” spoke Mother Goose, + kindly. “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,” and she + made the gander, on whose back she was riding, + fly close alongside of Uncle Wiggily’s airship.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“That is very kind of you,” said Uncle Wiggily. + “I hardly know what to do.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“But hasn’t she so many children she doesn’t + <a class="pagenum" id="page15" title="15"></a>know what to do?” asked Uncle Wiggily, as he + remembered the story in the book.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” answered Mother Goose, “she has. I + suppose you would not like it there.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Well, you might go stay with my friend Old + Mother Hubbard,” said Mother Goose.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily shook his head.</p> + + <p>“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 + <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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Thank you,” answered Uncle Wiggily. “I + will think about it.”</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>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page17" title="17"></a>“Never mind,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, kindly, + “as long as you were not burned yourself, Nurse + Jane.”</p> + + <p>“But where will you sleep to-night?” asked + the muskrat lady, sorrowfully.</p> + + <p>“Oh,” began Uncle Wiggily, “I guess I + <span class="keep_together">can——</span>”</p> + + <p>“Come stay with us!” cried Sammie and + Susie Littletail, the rabbit children.</p> + + <p>“Or with us!” invited Johnnie and Billie + Bushytail, the squirrels.</p> + + <p>“And why not with us?” asked Nannie and + Billie Wagtail, the goat children.</p> + + <p>“We’d ask you to come with us,” said Jollie + and Jillie Longtail, the mouse children, “only + our house is so small.”</p> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <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>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I will,” promised Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>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.</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“We are going to school,” said Susie. “Will + you walk part of the way with us, Uncle Wiggily?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page20" title="20"></a>“To be sure I will!” 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>“Good-by, Uncle Wiggily!” called Sammie + and Susie. “We hope you have a nice adventure,”</p> + + <p>“Good-by. Thank you, I hope I do,” 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>“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” came the sound.</p> + + <p>“Hello! Who is there?” asked Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“So you are the first little pig, eh?” asked + <a class="pagenum" id="page21" title="21"></a>Uncle Wiggily. “How many of you are there + altogether?”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“May I come?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “I’ll + help you put up your house.”</p> + + <p>“Of course you may come—glad to have + you,” answered the first little pig. “Only you + know what happens to me; don’t you?”</p> + + <p>“No! What?” asked the rabbit gentleman. + “I guess I have forgotten the story.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page22" title="22"></a>“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.</p> + + <p>“Oh, how dreadful!” cried Uncle Wiggily, + “but maybe he won’t come to-day.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes, he will,” said the first little pig. + “It’s that way in the book, and the wolf has to + come.”</p> + + <p>“Well, if he does,” said Uncle Wiggily, + “maybe I can save you from him.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, I hope you can!” grunted Grunter. + “It is no fun to be chased by a wolf.”</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“Yes, it is cozy enough,” spoke Grunter, + “but wait until the bad wolf comes. Oh, dear!”</p> + + <p>“Maybe he won’t come,” said the rabbit, + hopeful like.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page23" title="23"></a>“Yes, he will!” cried Grunter. “Here he + comes now.”</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>“Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in.”</p> + + <p>“No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. + I will not let you in!” answered Grunter, + just like in the book.</p> + + <p>“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:</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page24" title="24"></a>or Uncle Wiggily at all, because they were hiding + in the snow-bank.</p> + + <p>“Well, well!” howled the wolf. “This isn’t + like the book at all! Where is that little pig?”</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>“Thank you very much, Uncle Wiggily,” + said Mother Goose, “for being kind to one of + my friends.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>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.</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>“<span class="first_word">There!</span> 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.</p> + + <p>“What’s all done?” asked Uncle Wiggily, + looking over the tops of his spectacles.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“I most certainly will,” said the rabbit gentleman, + very politely. “Is there anything else I can + do for you, Nurse Jane?”</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>“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.”</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>“Hello!” cried Uncle Wiggily, making his + nose twinkle in a most jilly-jolly way. “Who + are you, and what are you going to do?”</p> + + <p>“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 <span class="keep_together">and——</span>’”</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes, I remember!” Uncle Wiggily said. + “I met your brother Grunter yesterday, and + helped him build his straw house.”</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">“Little pig! Little pig!<br /> + Let me come in!”</p> + <!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page28" title="28"></a>[Blank Page] --> + </div> + + <p>“That was kind of you,” spoke Squeaker. “I + suppose the bad old wolf got him, though. Too + <a class="pagenum" id="page29" title="29"></a>bad! Well, it can’t be helped, as it is that way + in the book.”</p> + + <p>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:</p> + + <p>“May I have the pleasure of helping you + build your house of wood?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“What are you doing?” asked Squeaker.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>Still, Uncle Wiggily didn’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>“Here comes the bad old wolf now!”</p> + + <p>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:</p> + + <p>“Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in!”</p> + + <p>“No, no! By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin + I will not let you in,” said the second little + pig, bravely.</p> + + <p>“Then I’ll puff and I’ll blow, and I’ll puff + and I’ll blow, and blow your house in!” 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>“Cracko!”</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>“Quick!” cried the rabbit gentleman in the + piggie boy’s ear. “This way! Come with me!”</p> + + <p>“Where are we going?” 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Well, that isn’t the way it is in the book,” said + the second little pig. <span class="keep_together">“But——”</span></p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page32" title="32"></a>“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.</p> + + <p>“Pray do not mention it,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, + modest like, and shy. “It was just an adventure + for me.”</p> + + <p>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.</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>“Oh, dear!” sounded a grunting, woofing + sort of voice over near one window.</p> + + <p>“Oh, dear!” squealed another voice from under + the table.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“What’s the trouble, Grunter and Squeaker?” + asked the rabbit gentleman.</p> + + <p>“We are lonesome for our brother,” said the + two little piggie boys No. 1 and No. 2. “We + want to see Twisty-Tail.”</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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“Ha! Some one is happy!” thought the + <a class="pagenum" id="page35" title="35"></a>bunny uncle. “That’s a good sign—whistling. + I wonder who it is?”</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>“Why, that must be the third little pig!” exclaimed + Uncle Wiggily. “Hello!” called the + rabbit gentleman. “Are you Twisty-Tail?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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, + <span class="keep_together">and——</span>’”</p> + + <p>“I know all about you,” interrupted Uncle + Wiggily. “I have met Mother Goose, and also + your two brothers.”</p> + + <p>“They didn’t know how to build the right + kind of houses, and so the wolf got them,” said + <a class="pagenum" id="page36" title="36"></a>Twisty-Tail. “I am sorry, but it had to happen + that way, just as it is in the book.”</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily smiled, but said nothing.</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>But just as he said that and looked from the + window, the little piggie boy gave a cry, and + said:</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>The wolf came up through the freezing rain + and knocking on the third piggie boy’s brick + house, said:</p> + + <p>“Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in!”</p> + + <p>“No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, + <a class="pagenum" id="page37" title="37"></a>I will not let you in!” grunted Twisty-Tail.</p> + + <p>“Then I’ll puff and I’ll blow, and I’ll blow + your house in!” howled the wolf.</p> + + <p>“You can’t! The book says so!” laughed the + little pig. “My house is a strong, brick one. + You can’t get me!”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“Well, I’m in no hurry,” the wolf said. “I’ll + sit down and wait for you to come out.”</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>“Did you bring anything to eat, Uncle Wiggily?” + he asked.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“I’m going to stay here all night,” the wolf + <a class="pagenum" id="page38" title="38"></a>growled. “I am not going away. I am going + to get that third little pig!”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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, + “twang!” he shot the wolf on the nose.</p> + + <p>“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!”</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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily</span>, 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.</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>“Are you very busy, Uncle Wiggily?” asked + the muskrat lady.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Fine!” cried the bunny uncle again. “I’ll + get ready and go at once.”</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>“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.</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’s house Uncle Wiggily heard, from behind + a pile of snow, a sad sort of crying voice.</p> + + <p>“Hello!” exclaimed the bunny uncle, “that + sounds like some one in trouble. I must see if + I can help them.”</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>“Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” said Uncle Wiggily, + kindly. “This is quite too bad! What is the + matter, little fellow; and who are you?”</p> + + <p>“I am Little Boy Blue, from the home of + Mother Goose,” was the answer, “and the matter + is that it’s lost!”</p> + + <p>“What is lost?” asked Uncle. “If it’s a + penny I will help you find it.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page45" title="45"></a>things won’t be as they are in the Mother Goose + book. Don’t you know what it says?” + And he sang:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,</p> + <p>There are sheep in the meadow and cows in the corn.</p> + <p>Where’s Little Boy Blue, who looks after the sheep?</p> + <p>Why he’s under the hay stack, fast asleep.</p> + </div> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Are they?” asked Boy Blue, real surprised + like.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page46" title="46"></a>“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.”</p> + + <p>“What else is the matter?” asked the bunny + uncle.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, have you a pie in there?” asked Little + <a class="pagenum" id="page47" title="47"></a>Boy Blue. “Is it the Christmas pie into which + Little Jack Horner put in his thumb and pulled + out a plum?”</p> + + <p>“Not quite, but nearly the same,” laughed + Uncle Wiggily. “Now to thaw out the frozen + horn.”</p> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Pray do not mention it,” 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’s house with the warm + apple pie, and oh! how good it tasted! Oh, + yum-yum!</p> + + <p>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.</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>“Uncle Wiggily, a friend of yours has come + to see you.”</p> + + <p>“A friend of mine!” cried Uncle Wiggily, + awakening so suddenly that his nose stopped + <a class="pagenum" id="page50" title="50"></a>twinkling. “I hope it isn’t the bad old fox from + the Orange Mountains.”</p> + + <p>“No,” answered Nurse Jane with a smile, + “it is a lady.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“In trouble, eh?” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, + sort of smoothing down his vest, fastidious like + and stylish. “I didn’t know she blew a horn.”</p> + + <p>“She doesn’t,” said Nurse Jane. “But I’ll + bring her in and she can tell you, herself, what + she wants.”</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>“Well, I will be very glad to help you if I + can,” said the bunny uncle. “What is it?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page51" title="51"></a>“It’s about Higgledee Piggledee,” answered + Mother Goose.</p> + + <p>“Higgledee Piggledee!” exclaimed Uncle + Wiggily, “why that sounds <span class="keep_together">like——</span>”</p> + + <p>“She’s my black hen,” went on Mother Goose. + “You know how the verse goes in the book + about me and my friends.”</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>“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.”</p> + </div> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page52" title="52"></a>“Don’t they come for them?” asked Uncle + Wiggily, sort of puzzled like and wondering.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Do you s’pose she eats them herself?” asked + the old rabbit gentleman, in a whisper. “Hens + sometimes do, you know.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I’ll try,” Uncle Wiggily said.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Oh, Uncle Wiggily, I am so glad you + came!” cackled the black hen. “Did Mother + Goose tell you about the egg trouble?”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“Did Higgledee Piggledee lay any eggs today?” + asked one rat, in a whisper.</p> + + <p>“Yes,” spoke the other, “she did.”</p> + + <p>“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!”</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’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.</p> + + <p>“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!”</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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">What</span> 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.</p> + + <p>“I am going to make a chocolate cake with + carrot icing on top,” replied Miss Fuzzy + Wuzzy.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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 + <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>“Oh, dear!” suddenly cried Nurse Jane from + the kitchen. “Oh, dear!”</p> + + <p>“What is the matter, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy?” + asked the bunny uncle. “Did you drop a pan + on your paw?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, dear! That is too bad! Why not?” + asked the bunny uncle, in a sad and sorrowful + voice.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Never mind,” said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. + “I’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.”</p> + + <p>“All right,” spoke Nurse Jane. “If you get + me the chocolate I’ll make one.”</p> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“Ha! Some one in trouble again,” said + Uncle Wiggily. “I wonder if it can be Little + Boy Blue?” 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>“Ha! Who are you?” the bunny uncle + asked, “and what is the matter?”</p> + + <p>“I am Little Bo Peep,” was the answer, “and + I have lost my sheep, and don’t know where to + find them.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Ha! That’s so. It <i>is</i> 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.</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page60" title="60"></a>I sent you home. And, if I find your sheep, I’ll + send them along, too. So don’t worry.”</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute, then he + said:</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Where are you going?” asked Bo Peep.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page61" title="61"></a>in the book. And these toy woolly sheep will + do as well as any; won’t they, Little Bo Peep?”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“It’s just like him!” said Mother Goose.</p> + + <p>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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Oh</span>, 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?”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Broken? That’s too bad!” said Uncle Wiggily, + kindly. “Let me see. What’s her name?”</p> + + <p>“Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake,” answered + Susie.</p> + + <p>“What a funny name,” laughed the bunny + uncle.</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily took Susie’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—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:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“I hope you’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’m hungry, then I eat.”</p> + </div> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p>“Oh, dear! This is quite too bad!” said + Uncle Wiggily. “Quite indeed.”</p> + + <p>“Isn’t it!” exclaimed Susie. “Do you think + you can fix her, Uncle?”</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>“Oh, dear!” cried Susie, her little pink nose + going twinkle-inkle, just as did Uncle Wiggily’s. + “What can we do?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, goodie!” cried Susie, clasping her + paws. “Now I know it will be all right,” and + she kissed Uncle Wiggily right between his ears.</p> + + <p>“Well, I’m sure I <i>hope</i> it will be all right after + <i>that</i>,” 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>The monkey-doodle man in the toy store + looked at the doll.</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page65" title="65"></a>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:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“I am a little dollie,</p> + <p>’Bout one year old.</p> + <p>Please take me where it’s warm, for I</p> + <p>Am feeling rather cold.</p> + <p>If you’re not in a hurry,</p> + <p>It won’t take me very long,</p> + <p>To whistle or to sing for you</p> + <p>My pretty little song.”</p> + </div> + + <p>“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.</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>“Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!”</p> + + <p>“My goodness!” said the bunny uncle. + “Some one else is in trouble. I wonder who it + can be this time?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page66" title="66"></a>He looked, and saw a little boy standing in + the snow.</p> + + <p>“Hello!” cried Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly + voice. “Who are you, and what’s the matter?”</p> + + <p>“I am Little Tommie Tucker,” was the answer. + “And the matter is I’m hungry.”</p> + + <p>“Hungry, eh?” asked Uncle Wiggily. + “Well, why don’t you eat?”</p> + + <p>“I guess you forgot about me and the Mother + Goose book,” spoke the boy. “I’m in that book, + and it says about me:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“‘Little Tommie Tucker,</p> + <p>Must sing for his supper.</p> + <p>What shall he eat?</p> + <p>Jam and bread and butter.’”</p> + </div> + + <p>“Well?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “Why + don’t you sing?”</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>“There now, there! Don’t cry,” kindly said + the bunny uncle, patting Tommie Tucker on the + <a class="pagenum" id="page67" title="67"></a>head. “I’ll soon have you singing for your supper.”</p> + + <p>“But how can you when I have such a cold?” + asked the little boy. “Listen. I am as hoarse + as a crow.”</p> + + <p>And, truly, he could no more sing than a + rusty gate, or a last year’s door-knob.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, how fine!” cried Tommie Tucker. + “I’ll do it!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <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’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.</p> + + <p>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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Oh</span>, 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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“A new dress, eh?” asked Uncle Wiggily. + “Pray, what is going on?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page72" title="72"></a>“Mind? Certainly not! I’m glad to have + you go out and enjoy yourself,” said Uncle Wiggily, + jolly like and also laughing.</p> + + <p>“But I can’t go if my new dress doesn’t come,” + went on Nurse Jane. “That is, I don’t want to.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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’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’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>“Oh, dear! Oh, isn’t it too bad? Now I + can’t go!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>The rabbit gentleman knocked on the door + of the little house, and a voice said:</p> + + <p>“Come in!”</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>“I beg your pardon, but who are you and + <a class="pagenum" id="page74" title="74"></a>what is the matter?” politely asked the bunny + uncle, making a low bow.</p> + + <p>“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, + <span class="keep_together">and——</span>”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“How did you happen to jump over the + coal?” asked Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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, + <a class="pagenum" id="page75" title="75"></a>too; and now—Oh, dear!” and Pussy Cat Mole + felt very badly, indeed.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Has she burned a hole in it?” asked the + pussy cat lady.</p> + + <p>“No, she has not, I am glad to say,” the bunny + uncle replied. “She hasn’t had it on, yet.”</p> + + <p>“Then she can go to the party, but I can’t,” + said Pussy Cat Mole, sorrowfully. “Oh, dear!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, so I can,” 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’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>“You would never know there had been a + burned hole!”</p> + + <p>“That’s fine!” meowed Pussy Cat Mole. + “Thank you so much, Uncle Wiggily, for helping + me!”</p> + + <p>“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.</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’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.</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>“Hi, Jack! Ho, Jill! Where are you? Come + at once, if you please!”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“No,” answered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. + “That’s Mother Goose calling Jack and Jill to + get a pail of water.”</p> + + <p>“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. + <a class="pagenum" id="page78" title="78"></a>“Just Mother Goose calling Jack and Jill; eh? + Well, I’ll go out and see if I can find them for + her.”</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>“Ho, Jack! Hi, Jill! Where are you?” + called Mother Goose, as Uncle Wiggily came + out of his hollow stump.</p> + + <p>“Can’t you find those two children?” asked + the rabbit gentleman, making a polite good + morning bow.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“And I suppose they’ll forget about tumbling + <a class="pagenum" id="page79" title="79"></a>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.”</p> + + <p>“So Jack has to break his crown; eh?” asked + Uncle Wiggily. “That’s too bad. I hope he + won’t hurt himself too much.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, he’s used to it by this time,” Mother + Goose said. “He doesn’t mind falling, nor does + Jill mind tumbling down after.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Oh, Uncle Wiggily, will you do me a + favor?”</p> + + <p>“I certainly will,” said Mr. Longears, “but + who are you, and where are you?”</p> + + <p>“Here I am, over here,” the voice went on. + “I’m Jack, and will you please give this to Jill + when you see her?”</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>“Can you tell me, pretty maid,</p> + <p>Tell me and not be afraid,</p> + <p>Who’s the sweetest girl, and true?—</p> + <p>I can; for she’s surely you!”</p> + </div> + + <p>“What’s this? What’s this?” asked Uncle + Wiggily, in surprise. “What’s this?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” answered Jack. “I wanted to finish + making my valentine. As soon as you give it + to Jill I’ll get the water.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I will,” 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“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’ll be your valentine.”</p> + </div> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I’ll never tell him,” 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’s valentine to Jack, who liked it very + much.</p> + + <p>“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.</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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Well</span>, 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.</p> + + <p>“Go for a walk!” exclaimed Nurse Jane. + “Why, Mr. Longears, excuse me for saying so, + but you went walking this morning.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page84" title="84"></a>“That’s just it!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. + “I don’t like to be too quiet. Off I go!”</p> + + <p>“I hope you have a nice adventure!” Nurse + Jane called after him.</p> + + <p>“Thank you,” 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>“Honk! Honk! Honkity-honk-honk!”</p> + + <p>“Ha! That must be a wild goose!” 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 “Honk-honk!” noise, and then he sneezed, + for a lot of dust from the road flew up his nose.</p> + + <p>“My!” he heard some one cry. “We nearly + ran over a rabbit! Did you see?”</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>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page85" title="85"></a>that, even when I sprinkle pepper on the bologna + sausage tires. I don’t like to scare any + one.”</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Ha! I wonder who lives there?” 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’t turn your ice cream cone + upside down if it has any cream in it, for you + might spill your treat.</p> + + <p>“Help! Help! Help!” cried the lady, who + had come out of the house with the red chimney.</p> + + <p>“Ha! That sounds like trouble!” said Uncle + Wiggily. “I think I had better hurry over there + and see what it is all about.”</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>“Oh, Uncle Wiggily!” exclaimed Mother + Goose. “I am so glad to see you! Will you + please go for help for me?”</p> + + <p>“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 + <span class="keep_together">or——</span>”</p> + + <p>“Neither of those,” said Mother Goose. “I + want help so Little Jack Horner can get his + thumb out of the pie.”</p> + + <p>“Get his thumb out of the pie!” cried Uncle + Wiggily. “What in the world do you mean?”</p> + + <p>“Why, you see it’s this way,” went on Mother + Goose. “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>“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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I will,” said Uncle Wiggily. “But is Jack + Horner sitting in a corner, as it says in the + book?”</p> + + <p>“Oh, he’s doing that all right,” answered + Mother Goose. “But, corner or no corner, he + can’t pull out his thumb.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page88" title="88"></a>“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.”</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>“Ha! I know what to do!” cried the bunny + uncle, suddenly.</p> + + <p>“What?” asked Mother Goose.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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!”</p> + + <p>“Don’t cry,” said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. + “I’ll get it out for you.”</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">“I wish you’d go for Dr. Possum.”</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’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——</span></p> + + <p>All of a sudden out came the plum and Jack + Homer’s thumb, and they weren’t stuck fast any + more.</p> + + <p>“Oh, thank you, so much!” said Jack, as he + got up out of his corner.</p> + + <p>“Pray don’t mention it,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, + politely. “I am glad I could help you, and + it also makes an adventure for me.”</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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily</span>,” 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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“Oh, I want a loaf of bread and some sugar,” + said the bunny mother of Sammie and Susie Littletail.</p> + + <p>“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 + <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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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:</p> + + <p>“Pop!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“I’ll take two of those,” he said to the monkey-doodle + gentleman. “Sammie and Susie Littletail + will like to play with them.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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!”</p> + + <p>“Ah, ha!” thought Uncle Wiggily. “Mr. + <a class="pagenum" id="page95" title="95"></a>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.”</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>“Yes, I’ll go down the hole and drive out the + rabbits and you can grab them,” said the queer + animal.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“Oh, I’m called Mr. Pop-Goes,” said the + other.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page96" title="96"></a>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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“No, he’s visiting the Littletail rabbits,” said + Mr. Pop-Goes, the weasel. “But we’ll drive + him out.”</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>“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.</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>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.</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>“<span class="first_word">There!</span>” 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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page99" title="99"></a>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“Over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady’s + house, with some jam tarts for Lulu, Alice and + Jimmie,” answered Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <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>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Oh, hello!” cried the boy, as soon as he saw + Uncle Wiggily. “Who are you?”</p> + + <p>“I am Mr. Longears,” replied the bunny + uncle. “And who are you?”</p> + + <p>“Why, I’m Simple Simon,” was the answer. + “I’m in the Mother Goose book, you know.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page101" title="101"></a>“Oh, yes, I remember,” said Uncle Wiggily. + “But you seem to be <i>out</i> of the book, just now.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Who is it you can’t find?” asked the rabbit.</p> + + <p>“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?’”</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes, I remember,” Uncle Wiggily answered. + “What’s next?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“That’s too bad,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, + kindly.</p> + + <p>“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 <i>so</i> hungry for a piece + of pie!” And Simple Simon began to cry.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page102" title="102"></a>“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.</p> + + <p>“Well, you might call me that,” said the + bunny uncle. “Though I s’pose a tart-man + would be nearer right.”</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then + he cried:</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, fine!” 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’t + at all like the story in the book.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Where</span> 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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Too much hopping and skipping is not + good for you,” the muskrat lady said.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Moo! Moo! Moo-o-o-o-o!”</p> + + <p>“Ah! That sounds rather sad and unhappy + like,” spoke the rabbit gentleman to himself. + “I wonder if it can be any one in trouble?”</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>“Moo! Moo!” cried the cow. “Oh, dear, + will no one help me?”</p> + + <p>“Why, of course, I’ll help you,” kindly said + Uncle Wiggily. “What is the matter, and who + are you?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page106" title="106"></a>“Oh, thank you so much, Uncle Wiggily,” + spoke the crumpled-horn cow. “If ever I can + do you a favor I will.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“Oh, I was standing on it, trying to see if I + could jump over the moon,” was the answer.</p> + + <p>“Jump over the moon!” cried the rabbit gentleman. + “You surprise me! Why in the + <span class="keep_together">world——</span>”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, I remember you now,” said Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page107" title="107"></a>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Oh, dear!” cried the rabbit gentleman. + “Ouch! Oh, what a pain!”</p> + + <p>“What is it?” asked Nurse Jane. “What’s + the matter?”</p> + + <p>“My rheumatism,” answered Uncle Wiggily. + <a class="pagenum" id="page108" title="108"></a>“Please send to Dr. Possum and get some + medicine. Ouch! Oh, my!”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“When you get back to the hollow-stump + bungalow pull out the cork and rub some on + Uncle Wiggily’s pain.”</p> + + <p>“Rub the cork on?” asked Nurse Jane, sort + of surprised like.</p> + + <p>“No, rub on some of the medicine from the + bottle,” answered Dr. Possum, laughing as he + hurried off.</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily had a bad pain when Nurse + Jane got back.</p> + + <p>“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 + <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>“Oh, hurry with the medicine!” begged + Uncle Wiggily. “Hurry, please!”</p> + + <p>“I can’t get the cork out,” said Nurse Jane. + “The cork is stuck in the bottle.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>Just then came a knock on the bungalow + door, and a voice said:</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Yes, you can help me,” said the rabbit gentleman. + “Can you pull a tight cork out of a + bottle?”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>So you see Mother Goose’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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Uncle Wiggily</span>, 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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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, + <span class="keep_together">and——</span>”</p> + + <p>“An orange cake?” cried Uncle Wiggily, + his pink nose twinkling. “How nice! Where + did you get the oranges?”</p> + + <p>“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 + <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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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—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.</p> + + <p>“Well, I wonder if I will have any adventure + to-day?” thought the old rabbit gentleman, as + he hopped along. “I hope I do, <span class="keep_together">for——</span>”</p> + + <p>And then he suddenly stopped thinking and + listened, for he heard a dog barking, and a + voice was sadly saying:</p> + + <p>“Oh, dear! It’s too bad, I know it is, but I + <a class="pagenum" id="page113" title="113"></a>can’t help it. It’s that way in the book, so you’ll + have to go hungry.”</p> + + <p>Then the dog barked again and Uncle Wiggily + said:</p> + + <p>“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?”</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>“I’ll go up and see what is the matter?” said + the rabbit gentleman. “Perhaps I can help.”</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>“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.”</p> + </div> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page114" title="114"></a>“And isn’t there anything else in the house + to eat, except a bone, Mother Hubbard?” the + dog asked. “I’m so hungry?”</p> + + <p>“There isn’t, I’m sorry to say,” she answered. + “But I’ll go to the baker’s to get you some + <span class="keep_together">bread——</span>”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“That is very kind of you,” said Mother + Hubbard.</p> + + <p>“And I certainly would like orange cake,” + spoke the dog, making a bow and wagging his + nose—I mean his tail.</p> + + <p>“Then you shall have it,” 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—eaten up—and there + was none for Dr. Possum.</p> + + <p>“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 <span class="keep_together">dog——</span>”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“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.”</p> + </div> + + <p>“I will,” said Paddy Kake. “I’ll do it right + away.”</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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Rat-a-tat-tat</span>!” 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!”</p> + + <p>“Come in,” called Nurse Jane, who was sitting + by a window, mending a pair of Uncle + Wiggily’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>“How do you do, Nurse Jane,” said the little + girl, making a low bow, and shaking her curly + hair.</p> + + <p>“Why, I am very well, thank you,” the muskrat + lady said. “How are you?”</p> + + <p>“Oh, I’m very well, too, Nurse Jane.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page118" title="118"></a>“No, Nurse Jane,” answered the little girl, + with a smile.</p> + + <p>“Are you Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how + does your garden grow?” Nurse Jane wanted + to know.</p> + + <p>“I am not Mistress Mary,” answered the little + girl.</p> + + <p>“Then who are you?” Nurse Jane asked.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“And here are your curds and whey,” 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>Pretty soon some one was heard hopping up + the front steps of the bungalow, and Nurse Jane + said:</p> + + <p>“There is Uncle Wiggily now, I think.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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?”</p> + + <p>“Why, of course, if I can,” answered the + bunny uncle, with a polite bow. “I am always + glad to do favors.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page120" title="120"></a>“You can easily do this one,” said Little Miss + Muffet. “I want you to <span class="keep_together">come——</span>”</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>“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?”</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 “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.</p> + + <p>“Yes, Uncle Wiggily,” went on little Miss + Muffet, who had not yet seen the spider. “I + want you to come <span class="keep_together">to——</span>” 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>“Why, what in the world is the matter, Uncle + Wiggily? Have you hurt yourself?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>Little Miss Muffet laughed a jolly laugh.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“You did?” cried Nurse Jane, surprised like.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“Yes, child, I have,” answered the lady spider. + “No one need be afraid of me.”</p> + + <p>“I’m not,” Uncle Wiggily said, “only I did + not want you to frighten Miss Muffet away before + she had her curds and whey.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page122" title="122"></a>me the favor to come to my birthday party next + week. Will you?”</p> + + <p>“Of course I will!” cried Uncle Wiggily. + “I’ll be delighted.”</p> + + <p>“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.</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’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.</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 “rat-a-tat-tat!” + when he suddenly awakened and heard + some one knocking on the front door.</p> + + <p>“Ha! Who is there? Come in!” cried the + rabbit gentleman, hardly awake yet. Then he + happened to think:</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>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:</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page124" title="124"></a>“What is the matter, Mrs. Purr? Has anything + happened?”</p> + + <p>“Indeed there has, Mr. Longears,” the cat + lady answered. “You know my three little kittens, + don’t you?”</p> + + <p>“Why, yes, I know them,” replied the bunny + uncle. “They are Fuzzo, Muzzo and Wuzzo. + I hope they are not ill?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Run away! Your dear little kittens!” cried + Uncle Wiggily. “You don’t mean it! How + did it happen?”</p> + + <p>“Well, you know my little kittens had each a + new pair of mittens,” said Mrs. Purr.</p> + + <p>“Yes, I read about that in the Mother Goose + book,” said the rabbit gentleman. “It must be + nice to have new mittens.”</p> + + <p>“My little kittens thought so,” went on Mrs. + Purr. “Their grandmother, Pussy Cat Mole, + knitted them.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I heard about that; it was very good of you,” + <a class="pagenum" id="page125" title="125"></a>mewed Mrs. Purr. “But about my little kittens, + when they got their mittens, what do you think + they did?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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!”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“Ha! There is the first little kitten!” And + there, surely enough she was—Fuzzo!</p> + + <p>“Oh, dear!” Fuzzo was saying, “I don’t believe + I’ll ever get them clean!”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“How did you try?” 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">“Weren’t we naughty kittens?”</p> + <!-- <a class="pagenum" id="page128" title="128"></a>[Blank Page] --> + </div> + + <p>“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,” answered + Fuzzo. “I thought that would take the pie + stains out, but it doesn’t.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“No, she won’t!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. + “You just leave it to me. But first you come + to my hollow-stump bungalow.”</p> + + <p>So Fuzzo, the first little kitten, put one paw + in Uncle Wiggily’s, and carrying her mittens + in the other, along they went together.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page130" title="130"></a>took the mittens, and also Fuzzo to Mrs. + Purr’s house.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I won’t,” 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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Well</span>, 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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Why, her name is almost like mine, isn’t it?” + asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“It is very good of you to go looking for + them,” said Nurse Jane.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page132" title="132"></a>“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.”</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>“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.”</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>“What are you doing, Billie?” asked the rabbit + gentleman.</p> + + <p>“Oh, just having some fun,” answered Billie, + standing up on his hind legs.</p> + + <p>“You haven’t seen a little lost kitten, with + cherry-pie-juice on her new mittens, have you?” + asked the rabbit gentleman.</p> + + <p>“No, I am sorry to say I have not,” said Billie, + politely. “Did you lose one?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page133" title="133"></a>“No, she lost herself,” said Uncle Wiggily, + and he told about Muzzo.</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“That sounds like Muzzo now.”</p> + + <p>“Perhaps it is. Let’s look,” 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>Of course, Mrs. Purr, the cat lady, would not + do anything like that, but Muzzo thought she + would.</p> + + <p>“What are you trying to do to clean your + mittens, Muzzo?” asked Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page134" title="134"></a>“Oh, how you surprised me!” exclaimed the + second little lost kitten. “I did not know you + were here.”</p> + + <p>“Billie Wagtail and I came to look for you,” + said Uncle Wiggily. “But what about your + mittens?”</p> + + <p>“Oh, I have been dipping them in snow, trying + to clean them,” said Muzzo. “Only the + pie-juice will not come out.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“Ha! I know a way!” said Billie Wagtail, + the goat boy.</p> + + <p>“How?” asked Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“I’ll go get the tomato can,” said Billie, “and + you can make a fire, Uncle Wiggily.”</p> + + <p>“And then what?” asked the rabbit gentleman.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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!</p> + + <p>“Never run away again, Muzzo,” said the + cat lady.</p> + + <p>“I won’t,” promised the kitten. “But where + is Wuzzo?”</p> + + <p>“She is still lost,” said Mrs. Purr.</p> + + <p>“But I will go find her, too,” said Uncle + Wiggily.</p> + + <p>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.</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>“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:</p> + + <p>“Oh, here he is now, Mrs. Purr.”</p> + + <p>With that a cat lady came to the door and she + said:</p> + + <p>“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! I thought you never + would come back. Did you find her?”</p> + + <p>“Find who?” asked the rabbit gentleman. + “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.”</p> + + <p>“Then you didn’t find Wuzzo, my third little + lost kitten, did you?” asked Mrs. Purr, the cat + mother.</p> + + <p>“What! Is Wuzzo still lost?” asked the + bunny uncle, in great surprise. “I thought she + had come home.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?”</p> + + <p>“I’ve been to London to see the Queen,” answered + another voice.</p> + + <p>“Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you do + there?”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“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?”</p> + + <p>“I—I’m afraid to,” 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>“Hello, Uncle Wiggily!”</p> + + <p>“How do you do, Neddie,” spoke the bunny + uncle. “How long has Wuzzo been staying + with you?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Where have you been all night, since you + ran away, Wuzzo?” asked Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“Well,” answered the third little kitten. + “After Fuzzo, Muzzo and I soiled our mittens + with cherry pie we all ran away.”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“You went to London to see the Queen!” exclaimed + Uncle Wiggily, in surprise. “Well, + well! What did you do there?”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page142" title="142"></a>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, I’ll take you home all right,” said Uncle + Wiggily. “But first we must wash your mittens.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Well</span>, 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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“But they’ll be at school,” said Nurse Jane.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Why, how do you do, Uncle Wiggily?” + asked Mrs. Wagtail, as she opened the door for + the rabbit gentleman. “Come and sit down.”</p> + + <p>“Thank you,” he answered. “I called to see + Nannie and Billie. But I suppose they are at + school.”</p> + + <p>“Yes, they are studying their lessons.”</p> + + <p>“Well, I’ll come in then, and talk to Uncle + Butter, for I suppose you are busy.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <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’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>“Ouch!” cried the rabbit gentleman, “I fear + something is broken,” 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’s tall silk hat, while it had a few dents in, + was not smashed.</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page146" title="146"></a>this slippery day I don’t see. Oh, my goodness + me sakes alive and some bang-bang tooth powder!”</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>“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.”</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily waited quite a while, but no + one passed by.</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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.</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>“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.”</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page148" title="148"></a>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, will you? How kind!” said Uncle + Wiggily. “Thank you! But have you the + time?”</p> + + <p>“Lots of time,” laughed the old lady. “It + doesn’t really matter when I get to Banbury + Cross. Come on!”</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’ll have music + wherever she goes.</p> + + <p>“Just as the Mother Goose books says,” spoke + the bunny uncle. “Oh, I’m glad you came + along.”</p> + + <p>“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.</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’t turn a + somersault and crack its crust so the juice runs + out, I’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>“Are you going out this afternoon?” asked + Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy, as she cleared away the + dishes.</p> + + <p>“Hum! Ho! Well, I hardly know,” Uncle + Wiggily answered, in a sleepy voice. “I may, + after I have a little nap.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Thank you for making me a new crutch, + Nurse Jane,” spoke the bunny uncle. “If I go + out I’ll take it.”</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>“Ouch! I’ve hurt my leg! Oh, dear!”</p> + + <p>“My! I wonder what that can be? It + seemed to come out of my clock,” spoke Mr. + Longears.</p> + + <p>“I did come out of your clock,” said some + one.</p> + + <p>“You did? Who are you, if you please?” + asked the bunny uncle, looking all around. “I + can’t see you.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Who are you?” asked the bunny uncle.</p> + + <p>“I am Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse,” + was the answer. “And I am a clock-mouse.”</p> + + <p>“A clock-mouse!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, + in surprise. “I never heard of such a + thing.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, don’t you remember me? I’m in + Mother Goose’s book. This is how it goes:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“‘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!’”</p> + </div> + + <p>“Oh, now I remember you,” said Uncle Wiggily. + “And so you are a clock-mouse.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” said Uncle Wiggily. + <a class="pagenum" id="page153" title="153"></a>“Perhaps I can fix it for you. Nurse + Jane, bring me some salve for Hickory Dickory + Dock, the clock-mouse,” 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>“And I’ll lend you a piece of my old crutch, + so you can hobble along on it,” said Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</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’s house he met + Mother Goose.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page154" title="154"></a>“It was a pleasure to be kind to him,” said + Uncle Wiggily. “Is he all better now?”</p> + + <p>“Yes, he is all well again,” replied Mother + Goose. “He is coming to run up and down + your clock again soon.”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“Oh!” cried the rabbit gentleman. “This + is terrible. Will no one come to get me out? + Help! Help! Will some one please help me?”</p> + + <p>“Yes, I will help you, Uncle Wiggily,” answered + a kind, little squeaking voice.</p> + + <p>“Who are you?” 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“That will be very kind of you,” 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Heigh-ho</span>!” 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.”</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>“Yesterday, Uncle Wiggily, you told me you + would like me to make some lettuce cakes today; + did you not?”</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page157" title="157"></a>me that you cannot, or will not, make those lettuce + cakes.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“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.</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>“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.</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>“Who are you, and what is the matter? Perhaps + I can help you.”</p> + + <p>Out from behind the bush came a boy, a nice + sort of boy, except that he was crying.</p> + + <p>“Oh, are you Simple Simon?” asked Uncle + Wiggily, “and are you crying because you cannot + catch a whale in your mother’s water pail?”</p> + + <p>“No; I am not Simple Simon,” was the answer + of the boy.</p> + + <p>“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?”</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>“Yes,” answered the boy. “I do. You must + have heard about me. I am Diller-a-Dollar, a + <a class="pagenum" id="page161" title="161"></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?”</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <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!”</p> + + <p>So Diller-a-Dollar, the late scholar, hopped in + the auto, and he and Uncle Wiggily started off + together.</p> + + <p>“You’ll not be late this morning,” said the + bunny uncle. “I’ll get you there just about nine + o’clock.”</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>“See! I told you we’d never get to school,” + <a class="pagenum" id="page163" title="163"></a>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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>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:</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>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.</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>“<span class="first_word">My</span> 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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“What for?” Nurse Jane wanted to know.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page165" title="165"></a>“Well, give her my love,” 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’clock scholar, to school, but now the + weather had turned cold again.</p> + + <p>“Come in!” called Mother Goose, when + Uncle Wiggily had tapped with his paw on her + door. “Come in!”</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>“Does your thumb hurt you much, Jack?” + asked Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“Well, I’ll go get Dr. Possum for you,” offered + Uncle Wiggily. “I think that will be + best,” 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>“Baa! Baa! Baa!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Why, what is the matter with you?” asked + Uncle Wiggily, kindly.</p> + + <p>“I am c-c-c-c-cold,” said the sheep, shiveringly.</p> + + <p>“What makes you cold?” the bunny uncle + wanted to know.</p> + + <p>“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>“‘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.’</p> + </div> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page167" title="167"></a>“That’s the way I answered when they asked + me if I had any wool,” said Baa-baa.</p> + + <p>“And what did they do?” asked the bunny + uncle.</p> + + <p>“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 <span class="keep_together">third——</span>”</p> + + <p>“Then they really did take three?” asked + Uncle Wiggily, in surprise.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I suppose so,” agreed Uncle Wiggily, sadly + like.</p> + + <p>“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>“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.</p> + + <p>“No, you shall not shiver!” cried Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“How can you stop me?” asked the black + sheep.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“You are very kind,” said Baa-baa. “I’ll go + to your bungalow and wait there for you.”</p> + + <p>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 + <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’s old fur + coat until warm weather came, when the sheep’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’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>“<span class="first_word">There</span>!” 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!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I wish you would,” spoke the muskrat lady. + “I have not time myself. Just be careful of it. + <a class="pagenum" id="page171" title="171"></a>Don’t let the bad fox or the skillery-scalery alligator + with humps on his ears bite holes in it.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p>“Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?” + sobbed a voice.</p> + + <p>“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!”</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>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, no!” cried the bunny uncle. “Your + mother will never do that. But who are you?”</p> + + <p>“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.’</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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 + <a class="pagenum" id="page173" title="173"></a>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.</p> + + <p>“No, that can’t be fixed, I’m sorry to say,” + said Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“I will,” 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>“Oh, how lovely!” cried Polly Flinders, + looking at her toes.</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page174" title="174"></a>“And now,” said Uncle Wiggily, “you must + sit no more among the cinders.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>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:</p> + + <p>“Oh! did Nurse Jane send you with my new + dress?”</p> + + <p>“She did,” answered Uncle Wiggily, “but + see what happened to it on the way,” and he + showed Susie the burned holes and all.</p> + + <p>“Oh, dear!” cried the little rabbit girl, sadly. + “Oh, dear!”</p> + + <p>“Never mind,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, kindly, + and he told all that had happened. It was a sort + of adventure, you see.</p> + + <p>“Oh, I’m glad you gave Polly my dress!” + said Susie, clapping her paws.</p> + + <p>“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 + <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’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.</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>“<span class="first_word">Hey</span>, 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?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“And do you like to have things happen to + you?” asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.</p> + + <p>“When they are adventures I do,” answered + the rabbit gentleman. “So here I go off for an + adventure.”</p> + + <p>Off started the nice, old, bunny uncle, carrying + his red, white and blue striped barber-pole + rheumatism crutch—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>“Oh, Wiggy! Wiggy, I say! Wait a moment!”</p> + + <p>“Yes, what is it?” asked the rabbit gentleman, + turning around and looking over his + shoulder. “Have I forgotten anything?”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</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>“Some perfume for Nurse Jane, eh?” said + the bee lady, as the rabbit gentleman knocked + on her hollow-tree house. “There you are, + <a class="pagenum" id="page178" title="178"></a>Uncle Wiggily,” and she gave him a bottle of + the nice scent made from a number of flowers.</p> + + <p>“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!”</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>“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.”</p> + + <p>So the bunny uncle, who was always doing + kind things, hopped over to the garden maid, + and politely asked:</p> + + <p>“Wouldn’t you like to smell this perfume?” + 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>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Why not?” asked the bunny uncle. “The + cork is out of the bottle. See!”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily, in great surprise, looked, and, + surely enough, a blackbird had nipped off the + nose of the garden maid.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“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:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“‘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.’</p> + </div> + + <p>“That’s the way it was,” said the garden + maid.</p> + + <p>“Oh, yes, I remember now,” spoke Uncle + Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” answered Uncle Wiggily, “I can. + It’s too bad. That blackbird ought to have his + feathers ruffled.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then + he said:</p> + + <p>“Just you wait here. I think I can fix it so + you can smell as well as ever.”</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>“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?”</p> + + <p>“I will,” said Jimmie Caw-Caw, very politely. + “I certainly will!”</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>“Please give me back the garden maid’s + nose,” said Jimmie, politely.</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>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.</p> + + <p>“Now you can smell the perfume,” said + Uncle Wiggily, and when he held up the bottle + the maid said:</p> + + <p>“Oh, what a lovely smell!”</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’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.</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>“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.</p> + + <p>“No, thank you, I think not,” answered the + muskrat lady. “Just bring yourself home, and + that will be all.”</p> + + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page184" title="184"></a>“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:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“I’m feeling happy now and gay,</p> + <p>Why shouldn’t I, this lovely day?</p> + <p>’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.”</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>“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!”</p> + + <p>“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.</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>“Is there some one here in trouble whom I + may have the pleasure of helping?”</p> + + <p>“Yes,” answered a voice. “I’m here, and + I’m surely in trouble.”</p> + + <p>“Who are you, and what is the trouble, if I + may ask?” politely went on Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“I am the king,” was the answer. “This is + my palace, but, with all that, I am in trouble. + Come in.”</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>“It’s down there,” he said. “And I can’t get + it. I’m too fat to go through the crack.”</p> + + <p>“What’s down there?” Uncle Wiggily + wanted to know.</p> + + <p>“My money,” answered the king. “You + may have heard about me,” and he recited this + little verse:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <p>“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.”</p> + </div> + + <p>The fat man got up off the kitchen floor.</p> + + <p>“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?”</p> + + <p>“Yes, I know,” answered Uncle Wiggily.</p> + + <p>“I dare say you’ll find the queen in the parlor + <a class="pagenum" id="page187" title="187"></a>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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“No, I can’t do that,” said the bunny uncle. + “But still I think I can get your money without + moving the palace.”</p> + + <p>“How?” asked the king.</p> + + <p>“Why, I can go outside,” said Mr. Longears, + <a class="pagenum" id="page188" title="188"></a>“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.”</p> + + <p>“Oh, please do!” 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’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>“There you are, king,” he said. “You have + your money back.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + + <p>“Well, Uncle Wiggily, where are you going + now?” asked the King, as he saw the bunny + gentleman hopping away with the bunch of + carrots.</p> + + <p>“I hardly know that myself,” answered the + rabbit. “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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.”</p> + + <p>“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.</p> + +</div> +<p class="centered">THE END</p> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> + +<p class="pg">***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD***<br /> </p> +<p class="pg">******* This file should be named 23213-h.txt or 23213-h.zip *******<br /> </p> +<p class="pg">This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/2/1/23213">http://www.gutenberg.org/2/3/2/1/23213</a><br /> </p> +<p class="pg">Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.<br /> </p> + +<p class="pg">Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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