g, and she asked her mother:

"May I go out and take a walk?"

"Yes," replied Mrs. Pigg. "Where are you going? Is Buddy going with
you?"

"No, he has gone off to play ball again. I guess he thinks the fish hawk
will catch up the ball once more and help him to make a home run. No,
I'm not going with Buddy. I thought I'd go over and see Sister Sallie, I
haven't called on her in some time."

"Very well," said Mrs. Pigg, and Dr. Pigg called to his little girl:

"Give my regards to Mr. Bushytail, and tell him that if he sees Uncle
Wiggily Longears to mention that I have a new cure for rheumatism, that
I will send him."

"I'll be sure to tell him," said Brighteyes Pigg. "Poor Uncle Wiggily,
his rheumatism bothers him a great deal." Well, she went on through the
woods to see Sister Sallie, who, I hope you remember, was the little
sister that Billie and Johnnie Bushytail, the two boy squirrels, once
found at the foot of the tree where their nest was.

Brighteyes found Sister Sallie just finishing helping Mrs. Bushytail do
up the housework, and Sister Sallie was singing:

Hippity-hop to the barber-shop,
To buy a lolly-pop lally.
One for me, and one for thee
And one for Sister Sallie.

"Can you come out and play?" asked Brighteyes.

"Indeed I can," replied the little squirrel. "Shall I bring my doll?"

"Yes, but I haven't any," answered the little guinea pig girl, as Sallie
brought out the corncob doll, that her brothers and Grandma Lightfoot
had made for her.

"Never mind, I'll help you make one," promised Sister Sallie, so the
two little friends walked on through the woods.

"What will you make my doll of?" asked Brighteyes.

"I don't just know yet," said Sallie. "I will look around for
something." So she looked first on one side of the woodland path, and
then on the other, and Brighteyes did the same, but they couldn't seem
to find anything out of which to make a doll.

Then, all at once, oh, I guess in about two wiggles and a wag, if Sallie
didn't see a nice, long, smooth, yellow carrot.

"That will make a fine doll!" she cried. "We will use some cornsilk for
hair, and some little stones for the eyes, nose and mouth, and for
dresses----"

"Well, what will we make dresses from?" asked Brighteyes, for she
noticed that Sister Sallie was at a loss what to say.

"Oh, I know--leaves," cried the little squirrel. "We will pretend that
green is fashionable for ladies with a sort of carroty complexio