r
tail up in a double bow-knot, so she would not step on it, and trip,
as she hurried along, over to Dr. Possum's she went.

The doctor was just starting out to go to see Nannie Wagtail, the
little goat girl, who had the hornache, but before going there Dr.
Possum ran back into his office, got a big bottle of medicine, which
he gave to Nurse Jane, saying:

"When you get back to the hollow-stump bungalow pull out the cork
and rub some on Uncle Wiggily's pain."

"Rub the cork on?" asked Nurse Jane, sort of surprised like.

"No, rub on some of the medicine from the bottle," answered Dr.
Possum, laughing as he hurried off.

Uncle Wiggily had a bad pain when Nurse Jane got back.

"I'll soon fix you," said the muskrat lady. "Wait until I get the
cork out of this bottle." But that was more easily said than done.
Nurse Jane tried with all her might to pull out the cork with her
paws and even with her teeth. Then she used a hair pin, but it only
bent and twisted itself all up in a knot.

"Oh, hurry with the medicine!" begged Uncle Wiggily. "Hurry,
please!"

"I can't get the cork out," said Nurse Jane. "The cork is stuck in
the bottle."

"Let me try," spoke the bunny uncle. But he could not get the cork
out, either, and his pain was getting worse all the while.

Just then came a knock on the bungalow door, and a voice said:

"I am the cow with the crumpled horn. I just met Dr. Possum, and he
told me Uncle Wiggily had the rheumatism. Is there anything I can do
for him? I'd like to do him a favor as he did me one."

"Yes, you can help me," said the rabbit gentleman. "Can you pull a
tight cork out of a bottle?"

"Indeed I can!" mooed the cow. "Just watch me!" She put her crooked,
crumpled horn, which was just like a corkscrew, in the cork, and,
with one twist, out it came from the bottle as easily as anything.
Then Nurse Jane could rub some medicine on Uncle Wiggily's
rheumatism, which soon felt much better.

So you see Mother Goose's crumpled-horn cow can do other things
besides tossing cat-worrying dogs. And if the fried egg doesn't go
to sleep in the dish pan, so the knives and forks can't play tag
there, I'll tell you next of Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard.

CHAPTER XV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND OLD MOTHER HUBBARD

"Uncle Wiggily, have you anything special to do this morning?" asked
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper for the rabbit
gentleman, as she saw him get up from the breakfast