![]() The pattern breaks at the end with a thoroughly splendid party for Mrs. ![]() The episodes are as cut and dried in structure as ever, and the figures in Boiger’s line-drawn vignettes carry on the antique air, with nary a pair of jeans or T-shirt to be seen. Piggle-Wiggle calmly comes through with a “Just-One-More-TV-Show Cure,” a “Won’t-Brush-Teeth Cure” and five more, sometimes with help from her remarkably capable pets or a bit of magic. Despite parental doubts (“But isn’t she very old fashioned? Would she know about modern things like television?”), Mrs. ![]() ![]() Piggle-Wiggle nor her adoring young neighbors (nor their issues) have aged a day in this fresh set-one chapter composed (but never published) by Betty and the rest by her daughter. It’s been 50 years since the maternal über-parent’s last new offering of magically effective cures for childhood contretemps, but neither Mrs. ![]()
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