eedle as big as a spear for
he had a giant customer for him with holes in his clothes as big as a
circus ring. The Tailor Bird said he'd try to, but wouldn't promise
unless he could send in a bill as big as a newspaper spread out flat.

"Will that be all right?" asked Uncle Lucky after he had explained
matters to the ragged Giant Rabbit.

"Certainly," said the Giant Rabbit with a grin, "and tell him I'll pay
him with a dollar bill as big as a Turkish rug or a crex carpet."

And then they all sat down and told funny stories, and Billy Bunny
sang a song that went something like this, only much nicer, but I
can't quite remember it all:

"Oh, you're a raggerty, taggerty man,
In a castle big and old,
And I'm a Billy Bunny boy
With a heart that's brave and bold.
You can't scare me with your thunder laugh
Or your club like a telegraph pole,
So you'd better allow the Tailor Bird
To sew up each raggerty hole."

And then the Tailor Bird commenced and it took him until half-past
fourteen o'clock to mend that Giant Rabbit's clothes. "I might just as
well have made you a new suit," he said, as the last inch of the
mile-long spool of thread was used up. "I declare I never had such a
job before."

And I guess he spoke the truth, for I never met a Giant Rabbit in my
tailor's shop, although I once had a giant bill from my tailor.

STORY XX.

BILLY BUNNY AND PARSON CROW.

Well, after the Tailor Bird got his money from the Ragged Giant Rabbit
for mending his clothes, he thanked Billy Bunny and Uncle Lucky and
said he must be going for he had to make a suit of clothes right away
for Parson Crow.

"If you'll wait a minute you can go with us," said kind Uncle Lucky;
"we'll take you home in the automobile."

Of course the Tailor Bird was only too anxious to get a ride, although
he did have a good pair of wings. But the needle was pretty heavy and,
anyway, Tailor Birds don't often have the opportunity to ride in
automobiles.

Well, after a little ways, not so very far, the Luckymobile came to a
stop and, of course, Billy Bunny had to get out to see what was the
matter, and he hunted and hunted all over the machine, but couldn't
find out what was wrong. By and by he saw one of the numbers had
dropped off the little license plate that hung down from the rear
axle.

So he hopped back, and by and by, just as he was going to give up
looking for it, Parson Crow flew by, and when he