table in his
hollow-stump bungalow.

"Anything special? Why, no, I guess not," answered the bunny uncle.
"I was going out for a walk, and perhaps I may meet with an
adventure on the way, or I may help some friends of Mother Goose, as
I sometimes do."

"You are always being kind to some one," said Nurse Jane, "and that
is what I want you to do now. I have just made an orange cake,
and----"

"An orange cake?" cried Uncle Wiggily, his pink nose twinkling. "How
nice! Where did you get the oranges?"

"Up on the Orange Mountains, to be sure," answered the muskrat lady,
with a laugh. "I have made two orange cakes, to tell the exact
truth, which I always do. There is one for us and I wanted to send
one to Dr. Possum, who was so good to cure you of the rheumatism,
when the cow with the crumpled horn pulled the hard cork out of the
medicine bottle for us."

"Send an orange cake to Dr. Possum? The very thing! Oh, fine!" cried
the bunny uncle. "I'll take it right over to him. Put it in a
basket, so it will not take cold, Nurse Jane."

The muskrat lady wrapped the orange cake in a clean napkin, and then
put it in the basket for Uncle Wiggily to carry to Dr. Possum.

Off started the old rabbit gentleman, over the woods and through the
fields--oh, excuse me just a minute. He did not go over the woods
this time. He only did that when he had his airship, which he was
not using to-day, for fear of spilling the oranges out of the cake.
So he went over the fields and through the woods to Dr. Possum's
office.

"Well, I wonder if I will have any adventure to-day?" thought the
old rabbit gentleman, as he hopped along. "I hope I do, for----"

And then he suddenly stopped thinking and listened, for he heard a
dog barking, and a voice was sadly saying:

"Oh, dear! It's too bad, I know it is, but I can't help it. It's
that way in the book, so you'll have to go hungry."

Then the dog barked again and Uncle Wiggily said:

"More trouble for some one. I hope it isn't the bad dog who used to
bother me. I wonder if I can help any one?"

He looked around, and, nearby, he saw a little wooden house on the
top of a hill. The barking and talking was coming from that house.

"I'll go up and see what is the matter?" said the rabbit gentleman.
"Perhaps I can help."

He looked through a window of the house before going in, and he saw
a lady, somewhat like Mother Goose, wearing a tall, peaked hat, like
an ice cream cone turned upside down.