feeling rather cold.
If you're not in a hurry,
It won't take me very long,
To whistle or to sing for you
My pretty little song."

"Hurray!" cried Uncle Wiggily when he heard this. "Susie's dolly is
all right again. Thank you, Mr. Monkey-Doodle, I'll take her to
Susie." Then Uncle Wiggily paid the toy-store keeper and hurried off
with Susie's doll.

Uncle Wiggily had not gone very far before, all at once from around
the corner of a snowbank he heard a sad, little voice crying:

"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"

"My goodness!" said the bunny uncle. "Some one else is in trouble. I
wonder who it can be this time?"

He looked, and saw a little boy standing in the snow.

"Hello!" cried Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly voice. "Who are you, and
what's the matter?"

"I am Little Tommie Tucker," was the answer. "And the matter is I'm
hungry."

"Hungry, eh?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Well, why don't you eat?"

"I guess you forgot about me and the Mother Goose book," spoke the
boy. "I'm in that book, and it says about me:

"'Little Tommie Tucker,
Must sing for his supper.
What shall he eat?
Jam and bread and butter.'"

"Well?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Why don't you sing?"

"I--I can't!" answered Tommie. "That's the trouble. I have caught
such a cold that I can't sing. And if I don't sing Mother Goose
won't know it is I, and she won't give me any supper. Oh, dear! Oh,
dear! And I am so hungry!"

"There now, there! Don't cry," kindly said the bunny uncle, patting
Tommie Tucker on the head. "I'll soon have you singing for your
supper."

"But how can you when I have such a cold?" asked the little boy.
"Listen. I am as hoarse as a crow."

And, truly, he could no more sing than a rusty gate, or a last
year's door-knob.

"Ah, I can soon fix that!" said Uncle Wiggily. "See, here I have
Susie Littletail's talking and singing doll, which I have just had
mended. Now you take the doll in your pocket, go to Mother Goose,
and when she asks you to sing for your supper, just push the button
in the doll's back. Then the doll will sing and Mother Goose will
think it is you, and give you bread and jam."

"Oh, how fine!" cried Tommie Tucker. "I'll do it!"

"But afterward," said Uncle Wiggily, slowly shaking his paw at
Tommie, "afterward you must tell Mother Goose all about the little
joke you played, or it would not be fair. Tell her the doll sang and
not you."

"I will," said Tommie. He and Uncle Wiggily went to Moth