d they both sneezed so hard that the auto
stopped.

"See! I told you we'd never get to school," sadly said the boy. "Oh,
dear! And I thought this time teacher would not laugh, and ask me
why I came so soon, when I was really late."

"It's too bad!" Uncle Wiggily said. "I did hope I could get you
there on time. But wait a minute. Let me think. Ha! I have it! We
are close to my bungalow. We'll run there and get in my airship.
That goes ever so much faster than my auto, and I'll have you to
school in no time."

No sooner said than done! In the airship the late scholar and Uncle
Wiggily reached school just as the nine o'clock bell was ringing,
and so Diller-a-Dollar was on time this time after all. And the
teacher said:

"Oh, Diller-a-Dollar, my ten o'clock scholar, you may stand up in
line. You used to come in very late, but now you come at nine."

So the late scholar was not late after all, thanks to Uncle Wiggily,
and if the egg beater doesn't go to sleep in the rice pudding, where
it can't get out to go sleigh-riding with the potato masher, I'll
tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Baa-Baa, the black sheep.

CHAPTER XXIII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND BAA-BAA BLACK SHEEP

"My goodness! But it's cold to-day!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily
Longears, the nice rabbit gentleman, as he came down to breakfast in
his hollow-stump bungalow one morning. "It is very cold."

"Indeed it is," said Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady
housekeeper, as she put the hot buttered cabbage cakes on the table.
"If you go out you had better wear your fur coat."

"I shall," spoke the bunny uncle. "And I probably shall call on
Mother Goose. She asked me to stop in the next time I went past."

"What for?" Nurse Jane wanted to know.

"Oh, Little Jack Horner hurt his thumb the last time he pulled a
plum out of his Christmas pie, and Mother Goose wanted me to look at
it, and see if she had better call in Dr. Possum. So I'll stop and
have a look."

"Well, give her my love," said Nurse Jane, and Uncle Wiggily
promised that he would.

A little later he started off across the fields and through the
woods to the place where Mother Goose lived, not far from his own
hollow-stump bungalow. Uncle Wiggily had on his fur overcoat, for it
was cold. It had been warm the day before, when he had taken
Diller-a-Dollar, the ten o'clock scholar, to school, but now the
weather had turned cold again.

"Come in!" called Mother Goose, when Uncle Wiggily