just as though they were making
sure-enough music, and presently Tickle-My-Toes sang this song to a
very lively tune:--

OH, LULLYMALOO!

I'll up and I'll grin if you tickle my chin,
And I'll sneeze if you tickle my nose;
I'll up and I'll cry if you tickle my eye--
But I'll squeal if you tickle my toes!

Oh, grin with your chinnery in,
And sneeze with your nosery oze,
And cry with your wipery eye,
But please don't tickle my toes!

I'll grin and I'll sneeze, I'll cry and I'll squeal,
And scare you with _ouches!_ and _ohs!_
You may tickle my head, you may tickle my heel,
But please don't tickle my toes!

Oh, grin with your innery chin,
And sneeze with your ozery nose,
And cry with your wipery eye,
But please don't tickle my toes!

I'll grin, _tee-hee!_ and I'll cry, _boo-hoo!_
And I'll sneeze, _icky chow! icky-chose!_
And I'll squeal just as loud, _Oh, Lullymaloo!_
Whenever you tickle my toes!

Buster John, Sweetest Susan, and Drusilla laughed so heartily at this
that Chickamy Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes didn't wait to repeat the
chorus of the song, but ran away, pretending to be very much
frightened. This made the children laugh still more, and for the first
time they felt thoroughly at home in Mr. Thimblefinger's queer
country.

XI.

HOW BROTHER BEAR'S HAIR WAS COMBED.

While Buster John, Sweetest Susan, and Drusilla were watching Chickamy
Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes run away, and laughing at them, suddenly
the sky in Mr. Thimblefinger's queer country grew brighter. The dark
shadow of the buttermilk-jug had disappeared, and there were wavering
lines of white light flashing across, as though the sun were trying to
shine through. Along with these flashing lines there were wavering
lines of shadow that rippled and danced about curiously. There seemed
to be some tremendous commotion going on. If some person with the
learning and wisdom of an astronomer had seen this wonderful display,
he would have been overcome with awe and fear. He would have concluded
that the sky was about to go to pieces, and ten to one he would have
left his unreflecting telescope swinging in the air, and crawled under
the bed.

But there was no astronomer in Mr. Thimblefinger's queer country, and
the children had seen too many strange sights to be very much alarmed.
Besides, Drusilla solved the mystery before they had