t to the back yard and called to the two little girls
next door.

"Yoo-hoo!" she cried. "Come on over and go wading."

A pool of water had been left in the hollow of the yard by the heavy
spring rains. "Dare you!" it seemed to twinkle up at P'rapsy.

"Oo-o-o, I dassent!" cried the biggest little girl, carefully smoothing
down her stiff, clean dress.

"Oo-o-o, I dassent!" echoed the littlest little girl.

P'rapsy eyed them scornfully as she took off her shoes and stockings and
splashed into the pool.

"'Fraid cats!" she jeered. "'Fraid cats! 'Fraid cats! 'Fraid cats!"

The little girls watched P'rapsy in scared silence.

"You'll take cold," finally ventured the biggest little girl.

"P'raps I will," retorted P'rapsy.

"You're getting wet," said the littlest little girl.

P'rapsy only sniffed. But it wasn't so very much fun, after all. P'rapsy
kept hearing, "Be a good girl, P'rapsy." "Yessum."

When she had proved that she, at least, was not a 'fraid cat, P'rapsy
splashed out.

"You needn't tell," she cried over her shoulder, as her bare feet
twinkled back to the house.

That night Mrs. Perrin heard strange sounds in P'rapsy's room:
"Ker-choo! Ker-choo! Ker-choo!" She went to the door. P'rapsy was
sitting up in bed.

"I'b dot sick, babba," she explained. "I'b just--ker-choo!"

Mrs. Perrin left the room. When she returned she carried a big white
bottle and a spoon.

"Do, do, do!" screamed P'rapsy, as her mother poured out the thick,
slippery oil. "I'b dot----"

What she was "dot" was lost in a gurgle and a splutter as the oil slid
down her throat.

[Illustration: When she returned she carried a big white bottle and a
spoon]

P'rapsy was not happy. She drew the blankets up around her, and buried
her head among the pillows.

"P'rapsy," said her mother when the dose was down, "you've disobeyed me.
Are you sorry?"

"P-p-pr--yes!" sobbed P'rapsy under the bedclothes.

WHAT HAPPENED TO WAGGLES

Waggles was Jimmie's chum. He was never cross, and he loved Jimmie. And
Jimmie loved Waggles, but sometimes Jimmie _was_ cross. It was when he
was cross that he tied the can to Waggles's tail.

Waggles thought it was a new game, but at his first jump the can bounced
up and struck him.

This frightened Waggles, and he tried to run away from the horrid,
bouncing Thing. But the faster he ran the harder the Thing bounced, and
the oftener it struck him. Waggles became wild with fright, and he
gasped