r.
And she said to him:

"Paddy Kake, Paddy Kake, baker-man,
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Into it please put a raisin and plum,
And mark it with D. P. for Dr. Possum."

"I will," said Paddy Kake. "I'll do it right away."

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.

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.

CHAPTER XVI

UNCLE WIGGILY AND MISS MUFFET

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" 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!"

"Come in," called Nurse Jane, who was sitting by a window, mending a
pair of Uncle Wiggily's socks, which had holes in them.

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.

"How do you do, Nurse Jane," said the little girl, making a low bow,
and shaking her curly hair.

"Why, I am very well, thank you," the muskrat lady said. "How are
you?"

"Oh, I'm very well, too, Nurse Jane."

"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?"

"No, Nurse Jane," answered the little girl, with a smile.

"Are you Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?"
Nurse Jane wanted to know.

"I am not Mistress Mary," answered the little girl.

"Then who are you?" Nurse Jane asked.

"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."

"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.

"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."

So she got the tuffet for little Miss Muffet; a tuffet being a sort
of ba