uld you believe it, his voice
sounded like a cannon, or a big gun, and that fish was so frightened,
thinking he was going to be shot, that he opened his mouth and let Bawly
go. The frog boy's toes were scratched a little by the teeth of the
fish, but he could still swim, and he and his brother and Grandpa were
soon safe on shore.

"Well, I guess we won't race any more to-day," said Bawly. "Thank you
very much for saving me, Grandpa."

"Oh, that's all right," said Mr. Croaker kindly. "Here is a penny for
each of you," and he gave Bully and Bawly and Lulu and Alice each a
penny, and they bought peppermint candy, so Bully and Bawly had
something good to eat, even if they didn't finish the race, and the bad
fish had nothing. Now, in case I see a green rose in bloom on the pink
lilac bush, I'll tell you next about Bully making a water wheel.

STORY II

BULLY MAKES A WATER WHEEL

Bully No-Tail, the frog boy, was sitting out in the yard in front of his
house, with his knife and a lot of sticks. He was whittling the sticks,
and making almost as many chips and shavings as a carpenter, and as he
whittled away he whistled a funny little tune, about a yellow
monkey-doodle with a pink nose colored blue, who wore a slipper on one
foot, because he had no shoe.

Pretty soon, along came Dickie Chip-Chip, the sparrow boy, and he
perched on the fence in front of Bully, put his head on one side--not on
one side of the fence, you know, but on one side of his own little
feathered neck--and Dickie looked out of his bright little eyes at Bully,
and inquired:

"What are you making?"

"I am making a water-wheel," answered the frog boy.

"What! making a wheel out of water?" asked the birdie in great surprise.
"I never heard of such a thing."

"Oh, no indeed!" exclaimed Bully with a laugh. "I'm making a wheel out
of wood, so that it will go 'round and 'round in the water, and make a
nice splashing noise. You see it's something like the paddle-wheel of a
steamboat, or a mill wheel, that I'm making."

"And where are you going to get the water to make it go 'round?" asked
Dickie.

"Down by the pond," answered Bully. "I know a little place where the
water falls down over the rocks, and I'm going to fasten a wooden wheel
there, and it will whizz around very fast!"

"Does the water hurt itself when it falls down over the rocks?" asked
Dickie Chip-Chip. "Once I fell down over a little stone, and I hurt
myself quite badly."

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