“How do you do?” asked the lady of Uncle Wiggily.
“Very well,” he answered. “And how are you?”
“Oh, not well at all,” was the answer, and the lady sighed sadly. “Oh, there is so much trouble here!”
“Trouble? Trouble?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “Why, then I came to just the right place.”
“How is that?” asked the lady, sort of surprised like.
“Because I always try to help trouble, or those who are in it. Let me see now, I don’t believe I have the pleasure of knowing you,” and Uncle Wiggily sort of made his nose twinkle inquisitive like.
“Oh, you must have heard about me,” said the lady, with a smile. “I’m in Mother Goose’s book, you know. Listen to this:
“‘The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day.
The Jack of Hearts, he took those tarts,