on the company began to come. Bully,
the frog, hopped along first, and right after him came Grandfather
Goosey-Gander, and, would you believe me, he never said a word about
Jimmie breaking his window that time.

"We are very glad to see you," said Alice and Lulu, as they stood at the
front door to receive their friends. Aunt Lettie, the nice old lady goat,
was also there, and as the guests came up, she called out:

"Now, girls, walk right in the bedroom and put your things on the bed.
You boys take your things in Jimmie's room." Oh, it was a real party, let
me tell you.

Uncle Wiggily was the last to arrive, and you know why that was. It was
because his rheumatism hurt him so. But he finally got there, and then the
party was complete; that is, all but the fairy prince, and even the
goldfish didn't know what had become of him.

First the boys all stayed on one side of the room and the girls on the
other, but when Alice said, "Let's play spin the platter," they all cried
out, "Oh, yes, let's do it." And they used one of Mamma Wibblewobble's
dishes for the platter, and didn't break it a bit. Jimmie was "it" part of
the time, and so was Johnnie Bushytail.

"Now let's play going to Jerusalem," proposed Lulu, and they did,
Grandfather Goosey-Gander whistling through his bill, just like a fife, to
make the music. Then they played blind-duck-bluff, and post-office and
clap-in clap-out, and forfeits and, oh, such lots of games that I can
hardly remember them. Oh, yes, there was one more, puss in the corner, and
whom do you suppose was the puss? Why the little kittie; Lulu's little
kittie, you know, that Aunt Lettie thought had come from the
pussy-willows.

"When are we going to eat?" asked Bushytail, after a while, and he spoke
out loud.

"Hush!" cried Sister Sallie. "You mustn't ask that, Billie; it isn't
polite!"

"Well, I wanted to know," said the little boy squirrel.

"Bless your heart!" exclaimed Aunt Lettie. "Of course you do. It must be
time to serve the refreshments. I'll go ask Mrs. Wibblewobble."

"I don't want refreshments," objected Billie, in a whisper to Sister
Sallie. "I'm hungry, and I want something to eat!"

"Hush!" cried his little sister again. "Refreshments are good things to
eat!"

"Oh," said Billie, and just then in came Mamma Wibblewobble and Aunt
Lettie and Mrs. Bushytail and Mrs. Littletail and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy,
all of whom helped serve the good things to eat.

Oh, what a lot of r