pig! Little pig! Let me come in!"

"No, no! By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin I will not let you in,"
said the second little pig, bravely.

"Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll puff and I'll blow, and blow
your house in!" howled the wolf.

Then he puffed out his cheeks, and he took a long breath and he blew
with all his might and main and suddenly:

"Cracko!"

Down went the wooden house of the second little piggie, and only
that Uncle Wiggily and Squeaker jumped to one side they would have
been squashed as flat as a pancake, or even two pancakes.

"Quick!" cried the rabbit gentleman in the piggie boy's ear. "This
way! Come with me!"

"Where are we going?" asked Squeaker, as he followed the rabbit
gentleman over the cracked and broken boards, which were all that
was left of the house.

"We are going to the little cabin that I made out of cakes of ice,
behind your wooden house," said Uncle Wiggily. "I put the jam tarts
in it, but there is also room for us, and we can hide there until
the bad wolf goes off."

"Well, that isn't the way it is in the book," said the second little
pig. "But----"

"No matter!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Hurry!" So he and Squeaker hid in
the ice cabin back of the blown-down house, and when the bad wolf
came poking along among the broken boards, to get the little pig, he
couldn't find him. For Uncle Wiggily had closed the door of the ice
place, and as it was partly covered with snow the wolf could not see
through.

"Oh, dear!" howled the wolf. "That's twice I've been fooled by those
pigs! It isn't like the book at all. I wonder where he can have
gone?"

But he could not find Squeaker or Uncle Wiggily either, and finally
the wolf's nose became so cold from sniffing the ice that he had to
go home to warm it, and so Uncle Wiggily and Squeaker were safe.

"Oh, I don't know how to thank you," said the second little piggie
boy as the rabbit gentleman took him home to Mother Goose, after
having left the jam tarts at the home of the Wagtail goats.

"Pray do not mention it," spoke Uncle Wiggily, modest like, and shy.
"It was just an adventure for me."

He had another adventure the following day, Uncle Wiggily did. And
if the dusting brush doesn't go swimming in the soap dish, and get
all lather so that it looks like a marshmallow cocoanut cake, I'll
tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the third little pig.

CHAPTER IV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE THIRD PIG

Uncle Wiggily Long