blewobble's!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Why, Nurse Jane is
going there to a little tea party, too! This is her new dress I am
taking home."

"Has she burned a hole in it?" asked the pussy cat lady.

"No, she has not, I am glad to say," the bunny uncle replied. "She
hasn't had it on, yet."

"Then she can go to the party, but I can't," said Pussy Cat Mole,
sorrowfully. "Oh, dear!"

"Yes, you can go!" suddenly cried Uncle Wiggily. "See here! I have
some extra pieces of cloth, left over when Mrs. Spin-Spider made
Nurse Jane's dress. Now you can take these pieces of cloth and mend
the hole burned by the coal in your best petticoat. Then you can go
to the party."

"Oh, so I can," meowed the pussy cat. So, with a needle and thread,
and the cloth she mended her best petticoat.

All around the edges and over the top of the burned hole the pussy
cat lady sewed the left-over pieces of Nurse Jane's dress which was
almost the same color. Then, when the mended place was pressed with
a warm flat-iron, Uncle Wiggily cried:

"You would never know there had been a burned hole!"

"That's fine!" meowed Pussy Cat Mole. "Thank you so much, Uncle
Wiggily, for helping me!"

"Pray do not mention it," said the rabbit gentleman, bashful like
and casual. Then he hurried to the hollow-stump bungalow with Nurse
Jane's dress, and the muskrat lady said he had done just right to
help mend Pussy Cat Mole's dress with the left-over pieces. So she
and Nurse Jane both went to Mrs. Wibblewobble's little tea party,
and had a good time.

And so, you see, it came out just as it did in the book: Pussy Cat
Mole jumped over a coal, and in her best petticoat burned a great
hole. But the hole it was mended, and my story is ended. Only never
before was it known how the hole was mended. Uncle Wiggily did it.

And, if the apple doesn't jump out of the peach dumpling and hide in
the lemon pie when the knife and fork try to play tag with it, I'll
tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Jack and Jill, and it will be
a Valentine story.

CHAPTER X

UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK AND JILL

Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, was asleep in
an easy chair in his hollow-stump bungalow one morning when he heard
some one calling:

"Hi, Jack! Ho, Jill! Where are you? Come at once, if you please!"

"Ha! What's that? Some one calling me?" asked the bunny uncle,
sitting up so suddenly that he knocked over his red, white and blue
striped barber-pole