ave been hurt, and that would have been quite too bad. I
dare say I can get another bungalow."

"That is what I came to tell you about," said Mother Goose. "I was
riding past when I saw your Woodland hollow-stump house on fire, and
I went down to see if I could help. It was too late to save the
bungalow, but I said I would find a place for you and Nurse Jane to
stay to-night, or as long as you like, until you can build a new
home."

"That is very kind of you," said Uncle Wiggily. "I hardly know what
to do."

"I have many friends," went on Mother Goose. "You may have read
about them in the book which tells of me. Any of my friends would be
glad to have you come and live with them. There is the Old Woman Who
Lives in a Shoe, for instance."

"But hasn't she so many children she doesn't know what to do?" asked
Uncle Wiggily, as he remembered the story in the book.

"Yes," answered Mother Goose, "she has. I suppose you would not like
it there."

"Oh, I like children," said Uncle Wiggily. "But if there are so many
that the dear Old Lady doesn't know what to do, she wouldn't know
what to do with Nurse Jane and me."

"Well, you might go stay with my friend Old Mother Hubbard," said
Mother Goose.

"But if I went there, would not the cupboard be bare?" asked Uncle
Wiggily, "and what would Nurse Jane and I do for something to eat?"

"That's so," spoke Mother Goose, as she reached up quite high and
brushed a cobweb off the sky with her broom. "That will not do,
either. I must see about getting Mother Hubbard and her dog
something to eat. You can stay with her later. Oh, I have it!"
suddenly cried the lady who was riding on the back of the white
gander, "you can go stay with Old King Cole! He's a jolly old soul!"

Uncle Wiggily shook his head.

"Thank you very much, Mother Goose," he said, slowly. "But Old King
Cole might send for his fiddlers three, and I do not believe I would
like to listen to jolly music to-day when my nice bungalow has just
burned down."

"No, perhaps not," agreed Mother Goose. "Well, if you can find no
other place to stay to-night come with me. I have a big house, and
with me live Little Bo Peep, Little Boy Blue, who is getting to be
quite a big chap now, Little Tommie Tucker and Jack Sprat and his
wife. Oh, I have many other friends living with me, and surely we
can find room for you."

"Thank you," answered Uncle Wiggily. "I will think about it."

Then he flew down in his airship to the p