w all to flinders, and out rushed Grandfather
Goosey-Gander! Oh, but he was angry! He quacked, and he squawked, and he
called out:

"Who broke my window?"

"I--I did, please sir," answered Jimmie. "But I didn't mean to. It was an
accident."

"Ha, hum! An accident, eh? Well, you'll have to pay for it," said
Grandfather Goosey-Gander. "Yes, that's what you will!"

"Oh we'll all chip in and pay for it," said Bully, quickly. "That's what
we always do in a ball game when a window is broken. I'll pay my share."

"Ha! Hum!" cried Grandfather Goosey-Gander, and then he sneezed, for he
had run out without his cap on and he was bald headed.

So they all agreed to pay for the window, and even Sister Sallie said she
would help. But they didn't have to. No, sir, as true as I'm telling you,
if Aunt Lettie didn't happen along just then, and, when she heard what
the matter was, she just took out her purse and said:

"I'll pay for the window which Jimmie broke. I am rich, and I'll never
miss the money. Boys and girls must have some fun."

"Fine!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'm the umpire and I say that's just fine."

Now, wasn't that kind of Aunt Lettie? Well, I guess so! Then the game went
on, and Billie and Johnnie Bushytail won, but no more windows were broken.
Now, if we don't get an April shower to-morrow, you shall hear, in the
next story, to-morrow night, about how the duck's pen caught fire, and who
put it out.

STORY XVI

THE WIBBLEWOBBLE HOME ON FIRE

After the ball game, which I told you about last night, all the players,
and those who had looked on, and Uncle Wiggily, the umpire, started for
home. On the way they talked of how kind Aunt Lettie was.

"She's the kindest person I have ever known," said Uncle Wiggily, as he
limped along on his crutch that Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy had gnawed out of a
cornstalk for him. "She is very--Oh dear! Oh me! Oh my! Oh
disproportionability! Wow! Ouch! My rheumatism again!" and it hurt him so
he had to stand still and waggle his ears as hard as ever he could. Then
he felt better, especially after he had rubbed a horse chestnut on his
sore leg.

You see the rheumatism which was cured by a red fairy, as I told you about
in the first book, came back because Uncle Wiggily got his feet wet going
out one day without his umbrella.

Of course Papa and Mamma Wibblewobble were much surprised to hear about
the ball game, and the broken window, but they didn't scold Jimmie very
much,