Tootity-toot-toot tunes they both played.

"Now you are all right!" cried the bunny uncle. "Come along with me
and you may have a piece of this pie for yourself. And you may stay
with Grandpa Goosey Gander until summer comes, and then blow your
horn for the sheep in the meadow and the cows in the corn. There is
no need, now, for you to stay out in the cold and look for a
haystack under which to sleep."

"No, I guess not," said Boy Blue. "I'll come with you, Uncle
Wiggily. And thank you, so much, for helping me. I don't know what
would have happened only for you."

"Pray do not mention it," politely said Uncle Wiggily with a laugh.
Then he and little Boy Blue hurried on through the snow, and soon
they were at Grandpa Goosey's house with the warm apple pie, and oh!
how good it tasted! Oh, yum-yum!

And if the church steeple doesn't drop the ding-dong bell down in
the pulpit and scare the organ, I'll tell you next about Uncle
Wiggily and Higgledee Piggledee.

CHAPTER VI

UNCLE WIGGILY AND HIGGLEDEE PIGGLEDEE

One day Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, was
sitting in an easy chair in the hollow-stump house of the Bushytail
squirrel family, where he was paying a visit to Johnnie and Billie
Bushytail, the two squirrel boys.

There came a knock on the door, but the bunny uncle did not pay much
attention to it, as he was sort of taking a little sleep after his
dinner of cabbage soup with carrot ice cream on top.

Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, went out in
the hall, and when she came back, with her tail all tied up in a
pink ribbon, (for she was sweeping) she said:

"Uncle Wiggily, a friend of yours has come to see you."

"A friend of mine!" cried Uncle Wiggily, awakening so suddenly that
his nose stopped twinkling. "I hope it isn't the bad old fox from
the Orange Mountains."

"No," answered Nurse Jane with a smile, "it is a lady."

"A lady?" exclaimed the old rabbit gentleman, getting up quickly, and
looking in the glass to see that his ears were not criss-crossed.
"Who can it be?"

"It is Mother Goose," went on Nurse Jane. "She says you were so kind
as to help Little Boy Blue the other day, when his horn was frozen,
and you thawed it on the warm pie, that perhaps you will now help
her. She is in trouble."

"In trouble, eh?" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, sort of smoothing down
his vest, fastidious like and stylish. "I didn't know she blew a
horn."

"She doesn'