"Well, it was your fault," said Uncle Wiggily. "Now I'll have to have the auto fixed again."
"Can't we go on to school?" asked the lady mouse teacher anxiously.
"No, I am sorry to say, we cannot," said Uncle Wiggily.
"Then I shall be late, and the children will all run home after all. Oh, dear!"
"I knew something—" began the crow.
"Stop it!" cried Uncle Wiggily, provoked-like.
The lady mouse school teacher did not know what to do, and it looked as if she would be late, for even when Uncle Wiggily had crawled under the auto, and had put pepper on the German sausage tires, he could not make the machine go.
But, just as the school teacher was going to be late, along came flying Dickie Chip-Chip, the sparrow boy, with his new airship. And in the airship he gave the lady mouse school teacher a ride to school up above the tree tops, so she was not late after all.
She called a good-by to Uncle Wiggily, who some time afterward had his auto fixed again, and then he and the crow gentleman went on and had more adventures. What the next one was I'll tell you on the next page, when the story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the candy—that is, if a little Montclair girl, named Cora, doesn't eat too much peanut brittle, and get her hair so sticky that the brush can't comb it.