o shiver. Oh! how cold I was; and how I
shivered and shook. Of course if the master and the man, and the
little boy who lives in the lane, had known I was going to shiver
so, they would not have taken the last bag of wool. Especially the
little boy, as he is very kind to me.

"But now it is done, and it will be a long while before my wool
grows out again. And as long as it is cold weather I will shiver, I
suppose," said Baa-baa, the black sheep.

"No, you shall not shiver!" cried Uncle Wiggily.

"How can you stop me?" asked the black sheep.

"By wrapping my old fur coat around you," said the rabbit gentleman.
"I have two fur overcoats, a new one and an old one. I am wearing
the new one. The old one is at my hollow-stump bungalow. You go
there and tell Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy to give it to you. Tell her I
said so. Or you can go there and wait for me, as I am going to get
Dr. Possum to fix the thumb of Little Jack Horner, who sat in a
corner, eating a Christmas pie."

"You are very kind," said Baa-baa. "I'll go to your bungalow and
wait there for you."

So he did, shaking and shivering all the way, but he soon became
warm when he sat by Nurse Jane's fire. And when Uncle Wiggily came
back from having sent Dr. Possum to Little Jack Horner, the rabbit
gentleman wrapped his old fur coat around Baa-baa, the black sheep,
who was soon as warm as toast.

And Baa-baa wore Uncle Wiggily's old fur coat until warm weather
came, when the sheep's wool grew out long again. So everything was
all right, you see.

And now, having learned the lesson that if you cut your hair too
short you may have to wear a fur cap to stop yourself from getting
cold, we will wait for the next story, which, if the pencil box
doesn't jump into the ink well and get a pail of glue to make the
lollypop stick fast to the roller-skates, will be about Uncle
Wiggily and Polly Flinders.

CHAPTER XXIV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND POLLY FLINDERS

"There!" cried Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper,
who took care of the hollow-stump bungalow for Uncle Wiggily
Longears, the rabbit gentleman. "There, it is all finished at last!"

"What's all finished?" asked the bunny uncle, who was reading the
paper in his easy chair near the fire, for the weather was still
cold. "I hope you don't mean you have finished living with me, Nurse
Jane? For I would be very lonesome if you were to go away."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll not leave you, Wiggy," she said.