e doll was a sort of
phonograph, or talking machine--a very small one, you know--and when
you pushed on a little button in back of the doll's dress she would
laugh and talk. But, best of all, when she was in working order, she
would sing a verse, which went something like this:

"I hope you'll like my little song,
I will not sing it very long.
I have two shoes upon my feet,
And when I'm hungry, then I eat."

Uncle Wiggily wound up the spring in the doll's side, and then he
pressed the button--like a shoe button--in her back. But this time
Susie's doll did not talk, she did not laugh, and, instead of
singing, she only made a scratchy noise like a phonograph when it
doesn't want to play, or like Bully No-Tail, the frog boy, when he
has a cold in his head.

"Oh, dear! This is quite too bad!" said Uncle Wiggily. "Quite
indeed."

"Isn't it!" exclaimed Susie. "Do you think you can fix her, Uncle?"

Mr. Longears turned the doll upside down and shook her. Things
rattled inside her, but even then she did not sing.

"Oh, dear!" cried Susie, her little pink nose going twinkle-inkle,
just as did Uncle Wiggily's. "What can we do?"

"You leave it to me, Susie," spoke the old rabbit gentleman. "I'll
take the doll to the toy shop, where I bought Little Bo Peep's
sheep, and have her mended."

"Oh, goodie!" cried Susie, clasping her paws. "Now I know it will be
all right," and she kissed Uncle Wiggily right between his ears.

"Well, I'm sure I _hope_ it will be all right after _that_," said
the bunny uncle, laughing, and feeling sort of tickled inside.

Off hopped Uncle Wiggily to the toy shop, and there he found the
same monkey-doodle gentleman who had sold him the toy woolly sheep
for Little Bo Peep.

"Here is more trouble," said Uncle Wiggily. "Can you fix Susie's
doll so she will sing, for the doll is a little girl one, just like
Susie, and her name is Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake."

The monkey-doodle man in the toy store looked at the doll.

"I can fix her," he said. Going in his back-room workshop, where
there were rocking-horses that needed new legs, wooden soldiers who
had lost their guns, and steamboats that had forgotten their
whistles, the toy man soon had Susie's doll mended again as well as
ever. So that she said: "Papa! Mama! I love you! I am hungry!" And
she laughed: "Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!" and she sang:

"I am a little dollie,
'Bout one year old.
Please take me where it's warm, for I
Am