"Was that your butter?" asked Toodle. "Oh, please forgive us! We
thought no one wanted it, and we took it to grease the log so we could
slide down. It was as good as sliding down a muddy, slippery bank of
mud into the lake."

"We used all your butter," spoke Noodle. "Every bit."

"Oh, dear! That's too bad!" Uncle Wiggily said. "It is now after 6
o'clock and all the stores will be closed. How can I get more?" And
he looked at the butter the beaver boys had spread on the tree. It
could not be used for bread, as it was all full of bark.

"Oh, how can I get some good butter for Nurse Jane?" asked the bunny
uncle sadly.

"Ha! I will give you some," spoke a voice high in the air.

"Who are you?" asked Uncle Wiggily, startled.

"I am the butternut tree," was the answer. "I'll drop some nuts down
and all you will have to do will be to crack them, pick out the meats
and squeeze out the butter. It is almost as good as that which you buy
in the store."

"Good!" cried Uncle Wiggily, "and thank you."

Then the butter tree rattled down some butternuts, which Uncle Wiggily
took home, and Nurse Jane said the butter squeezed from them was very
good. And Toodle and Noodle were sorry for having taken Uncle
Wiggily's other butter to make a slippery tree slide, but they meant no
harm.

So if the pussy cat doesn't take the lollypop stick to make a mud pie,
and not give any ice cream cones to the rag doll, I'll tell you next
about Uncle Wiggily and Lulu's hat.

STORY XI

UNCLE WIGGILY AND LULU'S HAT

"Uncle Wiggily, do you want to do something for me?" asked Nurse Jane
Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, of the rabbit gentleman one
day as he started out from his hollow stump bungalow to take a walk in
the woods.

"Do something for you, Nurse Jane? Why, of course, I want to," spoke
Mr. Longears. "What is it?"

"Just take this piece of pie over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady,"
went on Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "I promised to let her taste how I made
apple pie out of cabbage leaves."

"And very cleverly you do it, too," said Uncle Wiggily, with a polite
bow. "I know, for I have eaten some myself. I will gladly take this
pie to Mrs. Wibblewobble," and off through the woods Uncle Wiggily
started with it.

He soon reached the duck lady's house, and Mrs. Wibblewobble was very
glad indeed to get the piece of Nurse Jane's pie.

"I'll save a bit for Lulu and Alice, my two little duck girls," said
Mrs.