"Oh, I'm Bawly, not Bully," said the frog boy.

"Excuse me, that was my mistake," spoke the old gentleman rabbit. "I'll
get it right next time, Peetie--I mean Bawly."

Well, Bawly threw the hammer again, and this time it landed right on the
roof close to the chimney, and Uncle Wiggily picked it up and began
nailing on more shingles.

"If you please," asked Bawly, when he had watched the rabbit carpenter
put in about forty-'leven nails, "who is this house for?"

"It is for Sammie and Susie Littletail," answered Uncle Wiggily. "They
are going to have rabbit play-parties in it, and I hope you and Bully
will come sometimes."

"We'll be glad to," spoke Bawly. Then Uncle Wiggily drove in another
nail, and the house was almost done.

"How do you get up and down off the roof?" asked Bawly, who didn't see
any ladder.

"Oh, I slide up and down a rope," answered Uncle Wiggily. "I have a
strong cord fastened to the chimney, and I crawl up it, just like a
monkey-doodle, and when I want to come down, I slide down. It's better
than a ladder, and I can climb a rope very well, for I used to be a
sailor on a ship. See, here is the rope."

Well, he took hold of it, near where it was fastened to the chimney, to
show the frog boy how it was done, but, alas, and also alack-a-day! All
of a sudden that rope became untied, it slipped out of Uncle Wiggily's
paw and fell to the ground! Now, what do you think about that?

"Oh, my! Now I have gone and done it!" exclaimed the elderly rabbit, as
he leaned over the edge of the roof and looked down. "Now I am in a
pickle!--if you will kindly excuse the expression. How am I ever going to
get down? Oh, dear me, suz dud and a piece of sticking-plaster likewise.
Oh, me! Oh, my!"

"Can't you jump, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Bawly.

"Oh, my, no! I might be killed. It's too far! I could never jump off the
roof of a house."

"Perhaps you can climb down from one window shutter to the other, and so
get to the ground," suggested Bawly.

"No," said Uncle Wiggily, looking over the edge of the house again.
"There are no window shutters on as yet. So I can't climb on 'em."

Well, it did seem as if poor Uncle Wiggily would have to stay up there
on the roof for a long, long time, for there was no way of getting down.

"If there was a load of hay here, you could jump on that, and you
wouldn't be hurt," said Bawly, scratching his nose.

"But there is no hay here," said the rabbit carpenter, sadly.

"Well