ce perfume."

Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then he said:

"Just you wait here. I think I can fix it so you can smell as well
as ever."

Then the bunny uncle hurried off through the woods until he found
Jimmie Caw-Caw, the big black crow boy.

"Jimmie," said the bunny uncle, "will you fly off, find the
blackbird, and ask him to give back the garden maid's nose so she
can smell perfume?"

"I will," said Jimmie Caw-Caw, very politely. "I certainly will!"

Away he flew, and, after a while, in the deep, dark part of the
woods he found the blackbird, sitting on a tree.

"Please give me back the garden maid's nose," said Jimmie, politely.

"Certainly," answered the blackbird, also politely. "I only took it
off in fun. Here it is back. I'm sorry I bothered the garden maid,
but I had to, as it's that way in the Mother Goose book."

Off to Uncle Wiggily flew Jimmie, the crow boy, with the young
lady's nose, and soon Dr. Possum had fastened it back on the garden
maid's face as good as ever.

"Now you can smell the perfume," said Uncle Wiggily, and when he
held up the bottle the maid said:

"Oh, what a lovely smell!"

So the bunny uncle left a little perfume in a bottle for the garden
maid, and then she went on hanging up the clothes, and she felt very
happy because she had a nose. So you see how kind Uncle Wiggily and
Jimmie were, and Nurse Jane, too, liked the perfume very much.

So if the little girl's roller-skates don't run over the pussy's
tail and ruffle it all up so she can't go to the moving picture
party, I'll tell you next of Uncle Wiggily and the King.

CHAPTER XXVI

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE KING

Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old rabbit gentleman, was sitting
in an easy chair in his hollow-stump bungalow, one day, looking out
of the window at the blue sky, and he was feeling quite happy. And
why should he not be happy?

Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady housekeeper, had just given
him a nice breakfast of cabbage pancakes, with carrot maple sugar
tied in a bow-knot in the middle, and Uncle Wiggily had eaten nine.
Nine cakes, I mean, not nine bows.

"And now," said the bunny uncle to himself, "I think I shall go out
and take a walk. Perhaps I may have an adventure. Do you want any
perfume, or anything like that from the store?" asked Mr. Longears
of Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.

"No, thank you, I think not," answered the muskrat lady. "Just bring
yourself home, and that will be all."