e stylish lady who lives next door doesn't take our feather
bed to wear on her hat when she goes to the moving pictures, I'll
tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Little Bo Peep.

CHAPTER VII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND LITTLE BO PEEP

"What are you going to do, Nurse Jane?" asked Uncle Wiggily
Longears, the rabbit gentleman, as he saw the muskrat lady
housekeeper going out in the kitchen one morning, with an apron on,
and a dab of white flour on the end of her nose.

"I am going to make a chocolate cake with carrot icing on top,"
replied Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.

"Oh, good!" cried Uncle Wiggily, and almost before he knew it he
started to clap his paws, just as Sammie and Susie Littletail, the
rabbit children, might have done, and as they often did do when they
were pleased about anything. "I just love chocolate cake!" cried the
bunny uncle, who was almost like a boy-bunny himself.

"Do you?" asked Nurse Jane. "Then I am glad I am going to make one,"
and, going into the kitchen of the hollow-stump bungalow, she began
rattling away among the pots, pans and kettles.

For now Nurse Jane and Uncle Wiggily were living together once more
in their own hollow-stump bungalow. It had burned down, you
remember, but Uncle Wiggily had had it built up again, and now he
did not have to visit around among his animal friends, though he
still called on them every now and then.

"Oh, dear!" suddenly cried Nurse Jane from the kitchen. "Oh, dear!"

"What is the matter, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy?" asked the bunny uncle. "Did
you drop a pan on your paw?"

"No, Uncle Wiggily," answered the muskrat lady. "It is worse than
that. I can't make the chocolate cake after all, I am sorry to say."

"Oh, dear! That is too bad! Why not?" asked the bunny uncle, in a
sad and sorrowful voice.

"Because there is no chocolate," went on Nurse Jane. "Since we came
to our new hollow-stump bungalow I have not made any cakes, and
to-day I forgot to order the chocolate from the store for this one."

"Never mind," said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "I'll go to the store and
get the chocolate for you. In fact, I would go to two stores and
part of another one for the sake of having a chocolate cake."

"All right," spoke Nurse Jane. "If you get me the chocolate I'll
make one."

Putting on his overcoat, with his tall silk hat tied down over his
ears so they would not blow away--I mean so his hat would not blow
off--and with his rheumatism crutch under his paw, off started t