iggily led the little shepardess
girl back to the toy store, in the window of which he had stopped to
look a while ago.

"Give Bo Peep some of your toy woolly sheep, if you please," said
Uncle Wiggily to the toy store man. "She can take them home with
her, while her own sheep are safe in some warm place, I'm sure. But
now she must have some sort of sheep to take home with her in place
of the lost ones, so it will come out all right, as it is in the
book. And these toy woolly sheep will do as well as any; won't they,
Little Bo Peep?"

"Oh, yes, they will; thank you very much, Uncle Wiggily," answered
Bo Peep, making a pretty little bow. Then the rabbit gentleman
bought her ten little toy, woolly sheep, each one with a tail which
Bo Peep could wag for them, and one toy lamb went: "Baa! Baa! Baa!"
as real as anything, having a little phonograph talking machine
inside him.

"Now I can go home to Mother Goose and make believe these are my
lost sheep," said Bo Peep, "and it will be all right."

"And here is a piece of chocolate for you to eat," said Uncle
Wiggily. Then Bo Peep hurried home with her fleecy toy sheep, and,
later on, she found her real ones, all nice and warm, in the barn
where the Cow with the Crumpled Horn lived. Mother Goose laughed in
her jolliest way when she saw the toy sheep Uncle Wiggily had bought
Bo Peep.

"It's just like him!" said Mother Goose.

And if the goldfish doesn't climb out of his tank and hide in the
sardine tin, where the stuffed olives can't find him, I'll tell you
next about Uncle Wiggily and Tommie Tucker.

CHAPTER VIII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND TOMMIE TUCKER

"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" called Susie Littletail, the rabbit girl, one
day, as she went over to see her bunny uncle in his hollow-stump
bungalow. "Oh, Uncle Wiggily! Isn't it too bad?"

"Isn't what too bad?" asked the old gentleman rabbit, as he
scratched his nose with his left ear, and put his glasses in his
pocket, for he was tired of reading the paper, and felt like going
out for a walk.

"Too bad about my talking and singing doll, that I got for
Christmas," said Susie. "She won't sing any more. Something inside
her is broken."

"Broken? That's too bad!" said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "Let me see.
What's her name?"

"Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake," answered Susie.

"What a funny name," laughed the bunny uncle.

Uncle Wiggily took Susie's doll, which had been given her at
Christmas, and looked at it. Inside th