old lady. "Here, get up beside me on my Jack horse, and I'll
ride you to Mrs. Wagtail's, and then take you home to your
hollow-stump bungalow."

"Oh, will you? How kind!" said Uncle Wiggily. "Thank you! But have
you the time?"

"Lots of time," laughed the old lady. "It doesn't really matter when
I get to Banbury Cross. Come on!"

Uncle Wiggily got up on the back of the Jack horse, behind the old
lady. She tinkled the rings on her fingers and jingled the bells on
her toes, and so, of course, she'll have music wherever she goes.

"Just as the Mother Goose books says," spoke the bunny uncle. "Oh,
I'm glad you came along."

"So am I," said the nice old lady. Then she took Uncle Wiggily to
the Wagtail house, where he left the basket of papers, and next he
rode on the Jack horse to his bungalow, and, after the bunny uncle
had thanked the old lady, she, herself, rode on to Banbury Cross, to
see another old lady jump on a white horse. And very nicely she did
it too, let me tell you.

So everything came out all right, and in the next chapter, if the
apple pie doesn't turn a somersault and crack its crust so the juice
runs out, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily and the clock-mouse.

CHAPTER XXI

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CLOCK-MOUSE

Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old rabbit gentleman, sat in an
easy chair in his hollow-stump bungalow. He had just eaten a nice
lunch, which Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper,
had put on the table for him, and he was feeling a bit sleepy.

"Are you going out this afternoon?" asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy, as she
cleared away the dishes.

"Hum! Ho! Well, I hardly know," Uncle Wiggily answered, in a sleepy
voice. "I may, after I have a little nap."

"Your new red, white and blue striped rheumatism crutch is ready for
you," went on Nurse Jane. "I gnawed it for you out of a fine large
corn-stalk."

Uncle Wiggily had broken his other crutch, if you will kindly
remember, when he slipped as he was coming back from the store,
where he went for Mrs. Wagtail, the goat lady. And it was so
slippery that the rabbit gentleman never would have gotten home,
only he rode on a Jack horse with the lady, who had rings on her
fingers and bells on her toes, as I told you in the story before
this one.

"Thank you for making me a new crutch, Nurse Jane," spoke the bunny
uncle. "If I go out I'll take it."

Then he went to sleep in his easy chair, but he was suddenly
awakened by heari