again. Now you go away, or I'll
tell a policeman dog to arrest you."

So the toad knew it was of no use to try to fool Uncle Wiggily again, and
he hopped away, scratching his warty back on a sharp stone.

Well, the old gentleman rabbit traveled on and on, and when it came night
he wondered where he was going to stay, for he hadn't yet found his
fortune and the weather looked as if it was going to rain. Then, all of a
sudden, he heard voices calling like this:

"Come on, Nannie, you've got to blind your eyes now, and I'll go hide."

"All right, Billie," was the answer. "And after that we'll get Uncle
Butter to tell us a story."

"I guess I know who those children are," thought Uncle Wiggily, though he
had not yet seen them. "That's Billie and Nannie Goat talking," and surely
enough it was, and, most unexpectedly the rabbit had come right up to the
house where they lived, on the edge of the woods.

Well, you can just imagine how glad Billie and Nannie were to see Uncle
Wiggily.

They danced all around him, and held him by the paws, and kissed him
between his long ears, and Billie carried his satchel for him.

"Oh, we're so glad you are here!" they cried. "Mamma! Papa! Uncle Butter!
Here is Uncle Wiggily!"

Well, the whole goat family was glad to see the rabbit-traveler, and after
supper he told them of his adventures, and how he was out seeking his
fortune.

And Billie and Nannie told what they had been doing, and Nannie showed how
she could cut things out of paper, like the children do in the
kindergarten class in school. She could make little houses, with smoke
coming out of the chimney, and paper lanterns, and boxes, and, oh! ever so
many things. The lanterns she made were especially fine, just like Chinese
ones.

Then it came time to go to bed, and in the night a very strange thing
happened, and I'm going to tell you all about it.

Along about 12 o'clock, when all was still and quiet, and when the little
mice were beginning to think it was time for them to creep, creep out of
their holes, and hunt for bread and cheese; about this time there sounded
a queer noise down at the front door of the goat-house.

"Ha! What is that?" asked Mrs. Goat.

"I guess it was the cats," said Mr. Goat, getting ready to go to sleep
again.

"No, I'm sure it was a burglar-fox!" said the lady goat. "Please get up
and look."

Well, of course, Mr. Goat had to do so, after his wife asked him like
that. So he poked his head