an adventure for me."

Then Jack Horner, went back to his corner and ate the plum that
stuck to his thumb. And Uncle Wiggily, putting the button-hook back
in his pocket, went on to his hollow-stump bungalow. He had had his
adventure.

So everything came out all right, you see, and if the snow-shovel
doesn't go off by itself, sliding down hill with the ash can, when
it ought to be boiling the cups and saucers for supper, I'll tell
you next about Uncle Wiggily and Mr. Pop-Goes.

CHAPTER XII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND MR. POP-GOES

"Uncle Wiggily," said Mrs. Littletail, the rabbit lady, one morning,
as she came in the dining-room where Mr. Longears was reading the
cabbage leaf paper after breakfast, "Uncle Wiggily, I don't like you
to go out in such a storm as this, but I do need some things from
the store, and I have no one to send."

"Why, I'll be only too glad to go," cried the bunny uncle, who was
spending a few days visiting the Littletail family in their
underground burrow-house. "It isn't snowing very hard," and he
looked out through the window, which was up a little way above
ground to make the burrow light. "What do you want, Mrs.
Littletail?" he asked.

"Oh, I want a loaf of bread and some sugar," said the bunny mother
of Sammie and Susie Littletail.

"And you shall certainly have what you want!" cried Uncle Wiggily,
as he got ready to go to the store. Soon he was on his way, wearing
his fur coat, and hopping along on his corn-stalk rheumatism crutch,
while his pink nose was twinkling in the frosty air like a red
lantern on the back of an automobile.

"A loaf of home-made bread and three and a half pounds of granulated
sugar," said Uncle Wiggily to the monkey-doodle gentleman who kept
the grocery store. "And the best that you have, if you please, as
it's for Mrs. Littletail."

"You shall certainly have the best!" cried the monkey-doodle
gentleman, with a jolly laugh. And while he was wrapping up the
things for Uncle Wiggily to carry home, all at once there sounded in
the store a loud:

"Pop!"

"My! What's that?" asked Uncle Wiggily, surprised like and excited.
"I heard a bang like a gun. Are there any hunter-men, with their
dogs about? If there are I must be careful."

"No, that wasn't a gun," said the monkey-doodle gentleman. "That was
only one of the toy balloons in my window. I had some left over from
last year, so I blew them up and put them in my window to make it
look pretty. Now and th