STORY

      I Uncle Wiggily and the Willow Tree
     II Uncle Wiggily and the Wintergreen
    III Uncle Wiggily and the Slippery Elm
     IV Uncle Wiggily and the Sassafras
      V Uncle Wiggily and the Pulpit-Jack
     VI Uncle Wiggily and the Violets
    VII Uncle Wiggily and the High Tree
   VIII Uncle Wiggily and the Peppermint
     IX Uncle Wiggily and the Birch Tree
      X Uncle Wiggily and the Butternut Tree
     XI Uncle Wiggily and Lulu’s Hat
    XII Uncle Wiggily and the Snow Drops
   XIII Uncle Wiggily and the Horse Chestnut
    XIV Uncle Wiggily and the Pine Tree
     XV Uncle Wiggily and the Green Rushes
    XVI Uncle Wiggily and the Bee Tree
   XVII Uncle Wiggily and the Dogwood
  XVIII Uncle Wiggily and the Hazel Nuts
    XIX Uncle Wiggily and Susie’s Dress
     XX Uncle Wiggily and Tommie’s Kite
    XXI Uncle Wiggily and Johnnie’s Marbles
   XXII Uncle Wiggily and Billie’s Top
  XXIII Uncle Wiggily and the Sunbeam
   XXIV Uncle Wiggily and the Puff Ball
    XXV Uncle Wiggily and the May Flowers
   XXVI Uncle Wiggily and the Beech Tree
  XXVII Uncle Wiggily and the Bitter Medicine
 XXVIII Uncle Wiggily and the Pine Cones
   XXIX Uncle Wiggily and His Torn Coat
    XXX Uncle Wiggily and the Sycamore Tree
   XXXI Uncle Wiggily and the Red Spots

ILLUSTRATIONS

She put her sled on the slanting tree, sat down and Jillie gave her a
little push . . . . . . Frontispiece

Down toppled Uncle Wiggily’s hat, not in the least hurt.

As they passed a high rock, out from behind it jumped the bad old tail-pulling monkey.

The tree barked and roared so like a lion that the foxes were frightened and were glad enough to run away.

Up, up and up into the air blew the kite and, as the string was tangled around the babboon’s paws, it took him up with it.

“Ker-sneezio!  Ker-snitzio!  Ker-choo!” he sneezed as the powder from the puff balls went up his nose and into his eyes.

Jackie was so surprised that he opened his mouth.

Before Uncle Wiggily could stop himself he had run into the bush.

STORY I

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WILLOW TREE

“Well, it’s all settled!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, one day, as he hopped up the steps of his hollow stump bungalow where Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady housekeeper, was fanning herself with a cabbage leaf tied to her tail.  “It’s all settled.”

“What is?” asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.  “You don’t mean to tell me anything has happened to you?” and she looked quite anxious.

“No, I’m all right,” laughed Uncle Wiggily, “and I hope you are the same.  What I meant was that it’s all settled where we are going to spend our vacation this Summer.”