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"Why, aren't they home?" asked Uncle Wiggily.

"No, Lulu has gone over to a little afternoon party which Nannie
Wagtail, the goat girl, is having, and Alice has gone to see
Grandfather Goosey Gander. Jiminie is off playing ball with Jackie and
Peetie Bow Wow, the puppy dog boys, so I am home alone."

"I hope you are not lonesome," said Uncle Wiggily.

"Oh, no, thank you," answered the duck lady. "I have too much to do.
Thank Nurse Jane for her pie."

"I shall," Uncle Wiggily promised, as he started off through the woods
again. He had not gone far before, all of a sudden, he did not stoop
low enough as he was hopping under a tree and, the first thing he knew,
his tall silk hat was knocked off his head and into a puddle of water.

"Oh, dear!" cried Uncle Wiggily, as he picked up his hat. "I shall
never be able to wear it again until it is cleaned and ironed. And how
I can have that done out here in the woods is more than I know."

"Ah, but I know," said a voice in a tree overhead.

"Who are you, and what do you know?" asked the bunny uncle, surprised
like and hopeful.

"I know where you can have your silk hat cleaned and ironed smooth,"
said the voice. "I am the tailor bird, and I do those things. Let me
have your hat, Uncle Wiggily, and I'll fix it for you."

Down flew the kind bird, and Uncle Wiggily gave him the hat.

"But what shall I wear while I'm waiting?" asked the bunny uncle. "It
is too soon for me to be going about without my hat. I'll need
something on my head while you are fixing my silk stovepipe, dear
Tailor Bird."

"Oh, that is easy," said the bird. "Just pick some of those thick,
green leafy ferns and make yourself a hat of them."

"The very thing!" cried Uncle Wiggily. Then he fastened some woodland
ferns together and easily made himself a hat that would keep off the
sun, if it would not keep off the rain. But then it wasn't raining.

"There you are, Uncle Wiggily!" called the tailor bird at last. "Your
silk hat is ready to wear again."

"Thank you," spoke the bunny uncle, as he laid aside the ferns, also
thanking them. "Now I am like myself again," and he hopped on through
the woods, wondering whether or not he was to have any more adventures
that day.

Mr. Longears had not gone on very much farther before he heard a
rustling in the bushes, and then a sad little voice said:

"Oh, dear! How sad! I don't believe I'll go to the party now! All
the others