gave Billie and Nannie Goat a little bit on some brown paper, just like
jam, and they liked it very much. The goat paper-hanger took his shears,
and his brushes, and his stepladders, tying them on his horns, and away
he went with the man.

Pretty soon they came to the house where the man lived, and his little
boy was there, and very delighted he was when he heard that he was to
have some new paper on his room.

“May I watch you put it on?” he asked Uncle Butter.

“Yes,” answered the old gentleman goat, “if you don’t step in the paste,
and spoil the carpet.”

The little boy promised that he wouldn’t, and Uncle Butter went to work.
First he got his sticky stuff all ready, and then he made a little table
on which to lay out and paste the paper.

“Now, we’ll cut the roll into strips and fasten it on the wall good and
tight, so that it won’t fall off in the middle of the night and scare
you,” said Uncle Butter. Then he reached for the roll of paper, and,
mind you, Papa No-Tail was still asleep inside of it. But all at once,
just as the paper-hanger goat was about to pick up the roll, Mr. No-Tail
awakened and was quite surprised to discover where he was.

“My, I never would have believed it,” he said, and he wiggled his legs
and arms and made a great rustling sound inside the roll of paper like a
fly in a sugar bag.

“Hello! What’s that?” cried Uncle Butter, jumping back so quickly that