er Goose's
house, and when Tommie had to sing for his supper the doll did it
for him. And when Mother Goose heard about it she said it was a fine
trick, and that Uncle Wiggily was very good to think of it.

Then the bunny uncle took Susie's mended doll to her, and the next
day Tommie's cold was all better and he could sing for his supper
himself, just as the book tells about.

And if the little mouse doesn't go to sleep in the cat's cradle and
scare the milk bottle so it rolls off the back stoop, I'll tell you
next about Uncle Wiggily and Pussy Cat Mole.

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CHAPTER IX

UNCLE WIGGILY AND PUSSY CAT MOLE

"Oh, dear! I don't believe he's ever coming!" said Nurse Jane Fuzzy
Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she stood at the window of
the hollow-stump bungalow one day, and looked down through the
woods.

"For whom are you looking, Nurse Jane?" asked Uncle Wiggily
Longears, the rabbit gentleman. "If it's for the letter-man, I think
he went past some time ago."

"No, I wasn't looking for the letter-man," said the muskrat lady. "I
am expecting a messenger-boy cat to bring home my new dress from the
dressmaker's, but I don't see him."

"A new dress, eh?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Pray, what is going on?"

"My dress is going on me, as soon as it comes home, Uncle Wiggily,"
the muskrat lady answered, laughingly. "And then I am going on over
to the house of Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady. She and I are
going to have a little tea party together, if you don't mind."

"Mind? Certainly not! I'm glad to have you go out and enjoy
yourself," said Uncle Wiggily, jolly like and also laughing.

"But I can't go if my new dress doesn't come," went on Nurse Jane.
"That is, I don't want to."

"Look here!" said the bunny uncle, "I'll tell you what I'll do,
Nurse Jane, I'll go for your dress myself and bring it home. I have
nothing to do. I'll go get your dress at the dressmaker's."

"Will you, really?" cried the muskrat lady. "That will be fine! Then
I can curl my whiskers and tie a new pink bow for my tail. You are
very good, Uncle Wiggily."

"Oh, not at all! Not at all!" the rabbit gentleman said, modest like
and shy. Then he hopped out of the hollow-stump bungalow and across
the fields and through the woods to where Nurse Jane's dressmaker
made dresses.

"Oh, yes, Nurse Jane's dress!" exclaimed Mrs. Spin-Spider, who wove
silk for all the dresses worn by the lady animals of Woodland. "Yes,
I have