“Of that there is no doubt,” laughed Uncle Wiggily. “But did Johnnie Green push you in?”
“No, I stumbled and fell in,” answered Pussy. “Everything about me in the Mother Goose story is wrong except the part like ‘ding-dong bell, Pussy’s in the well.’ I really was in.”
Then Pussy hurried on to her aunt’s house with the yeast cake, and all was well. And Mother Goose was very thankful to Uncle Wiggily for having helped the little cat, who, ever after that was called the “ding-dong-bell pussy.”
So in the next chapter, if the piano music doesn’t go to sleep in the bread box, where the phonograph can’t find it to play with, I’ll tell you about Uncle Wiggily and the Shoe Lady.
CHAPTER III
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SHOE LADY
“Where are you going, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, who kept house for Mr. Longears, the rabbit gentleman. “Where are you going this fine day?”
“To the store,” answered the bunny uncle.
“To the store? Why, I don’t want anything,” spoke Nurse Jane. “You are always so kind, going to the store whenever I need anything, but nothing is needed for the hollow-stump bungalow to-day.”
“I am going to the store for myself,” Uncle Wiggily said. “I am going to buy a new pair of shoes.”