dig a hole for us in the pile
of snow that I made back of your house and in there we'll hide where
the wolf can't find us!" Then the rabbit gentleman, with his strong
paws, just made for digging, burrowed a hole in the snow-bank, and
as the straw house toppled down, into this hole he crawled with
Grunter.

"Now I've got you!" cried the wolf, as he blew down the first
little pig's straw house. But when the wolf looked he couldn't see
Grunter or Uncle Wiggily at all, because they were hiding in the
snow-bank.

"Well, well!" howled the wolf. "This isn't like the book at all!
Where is that little pig?"

But the wolf could not find Grunter, and soon the bad creature went
away, fearing to catch cold in his eyes. Then Uncle Wiggily and
Grunter came out of the snow-bank and were safe, and Uncle Wiggily
took Grunter home to the rabbit house to stay until Mother Goose
came, some time afterward, to get the first little pig boy.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Wiggily," said Mother Goose, "for being
kind to one of my friends."

"Pray don't mention it. I had a fine adventure, besides saving a
little pig," said the rabbit gentleman. "I wonder what will happen
to me to-morrow?"

And we shall soon see for, if the snowball doesn't wrap itself up in
the parlor rug to hide away from the jam tart, when it comes home
from the moving pictures, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and
the second little pig.

CHAPTER III

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SECOND PIG

"There! It's all done!" exclaimed Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the nice
muskrat lady housekeeper, who, with Uncle Wiggily Longears, the
rabbit gentleman, was staying in the Littletail rabbit house, since
the hollow-stump bungalow had burned down.

"What's all done?" asked Uncle Wiggily, looking over the tops of his
spectacles.

"These jam tarts I baked for Billie and Nannie Wagtail, the goat
children," said Nurse Jane. "Will you take them with you when you go
out for a walk, Uncle Wiggily, and leave them at the goat house?"

"I most certainly will," said the rabbit gentleman, very politely.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Nurse Jane?"

But the muskrat lady wanted nothing more, and, wrapping up the jam
tarts in a napkin so they would not catch cold, she gave them to Mr.
Longears to take to the two goat children.

Uncle Wiggily was walking along, wondering what sort of an adventure
he would have that day, or whether he would meet Mother Goose again,
when all at