ng the bungalow clock strike one. Then, as he sat
up and rubbed his eyes with his paws, Uncle Wiggily heard a thumping
noise on the hall floor and a little voice squeaked out:

"Ouch! I've hurt my leg! Oh, dear!"

"My! I wonder what that can be? It seemed to come out of my clock,"
spoke Mr. Longears.

"I did come out of your clock," said some one.

"You did? Who are you, if you please?" asked the bunny uncle,
looking all around. "I can't see you."

"That's because I'm so small," was the answer. "But here I am, right
by the table. I can't walk as my leg is hurt."

Uncle Wiggily looked, and saw a little mouse, who was holding his
left hind leg in his right front paw.

"Who are you?" asked the bunny uncle.

"I am Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse," was the answer. "And I am a
clock-mouse."

"A clock-mouse!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, in surprise. "I never
heard of such a thing."

"Oh, don't you remember me? I'm in Mother Goose's book. This is how
it goes:

"'Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
And down he come,
Hickory Dickory Dock!'"

"Oh, now I remember you," said Uncle Wiggily. "And so you are a
clock-mouse."

"Yes, I ran up your clock, and then when the clock struck one, down
I had to come. But I ran down so fast that I tripped over the
pendulum. The clock reached down its hands and tried to catch me,
but it had no eyes in its face to see me, so I slipped, anyhow, and
I hurt my leg."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said Uncle Wiggily. "Perhaps I can fix
it for you. Nurse Jane, bring me some salve for Hickory Dickory
Dock, the clock-mouse," he called.

The muskrat lady brought some salve, and, with a rag, Uncle Wiggily
bound up the leg of the clock-mouse so it did not hurt so much.

"And I'll lend you a piece of my old crutch, so you can hobble along
on it," said Uncle Wiggily.

"Thank you," spoke Hickory Dickory Dock, the clock-mouse. "You have
been very kind to me, and some day, I hope, I may do you a favor. If
I can I will."

"Thank you," Uncle Wiggily said. Then Hickory Dickory Dock limped
away, but in a few days he was better, and he could run up more
clocks, and run down when they struck one.

It was about a week after this that Uncle Wiggily went walking
through the woods on his way to see Grandfather Goosey Gander. And
just before he reached his friend's house he met Mother Goose.

"Oh, Uncle Wiggily," she said, swinging her cobweb broom up