u in another story.

"I guess he's far enough off by this time," said Billie Goat, as he
polished his horns with a green leaf.

"Yes, indeed," spoke Uncle Wiggily. "It is a good thing that Nannie knew
how to make a paper lantern."

"Oh, I can make lots of things out of paper," said the little goat girl.
"Our teacher in school shows us how. Why I can even make a paper house."

"Can you, indeed?" asked the old gentleman rabbit, as he washed his paws
and face for breakfast. "Now I should dearly like to know how to make a
paper house."

"Why?" asked Billie Goat, curious like.

"So that when I am traveling about, looking for my fortune, and night
comes on, and I have no place to stay, then I could make me a paper house,
and be all nice and dry in case it rained," replied the rabbit.

"Oh, but the water would soon soak through the paper," said Billie. "I
know, for once I made a paper boat, and sailed it on the pond, and soon it
was soaked through, and sank away down."

"Oh, but if I use that funny, greasy paper which comes inside cracker
boxes--the kind with wax on it--that wouldn't wet through," spoke the
rabbit as he went inside the goat-house with the children, for Mrs. Goat
had called them in to breakfast.

"That would be just fine!" exclaimed Nannie, as she passed some apple
sauce and oatmeal to Uncle Wiggily. "After breakfast I'll show you how to
make a paper house."

Well, surely enough, as soon as breakfast was over, and before she and
Billie had gone to school, Nannie showed the old gentleman rabbit how to
make a paper house. You take some paper and some scissors, and you cut out
the sides of the house and the roof, and you make windows and doors in
these sides, and then you make a chimney, and you fasten them all
together, with paste or glue, and, there you are. Isn't it easy?

And if you only make the paper house large enough, you can get inside of
it and have a play party, and perhaps you can make paper dishes and knives
and forks; but listen! If you make paper things to eat, like cake or
cookies or anything like that, please only make-believe to eat them, for
they are bad for the digestion if you _really_ chew them.

"Well, I think I'll travel along now, and once more seek my fortune," said
Uncle Wiggily, when Billie and Nannie were ready to go to school. So Mrs.
Goat packed up for the rabbit a nice lunch in his valise, and Nannie gave
him some waxed paper, that the rain wouldn't melt, and Billie gav