r inside the house, I'll tell you
about Bawly and his whistles.

STORY XVI

BAWLY AND HIS WHISTLES

Did you ever make a willow whistle--that is, out of a piece of wood off a
willow tree?

No? Well, it's lots of fun, and when I was a boy I used to make lots of
them. Big ones and little ones, and the kind that would almost make as
much noise as some factory whistles. If you can't make one yourself, ask
your big brother, or your papa, or some man, to make you one.

Maybe your big sister can, for some girls, like Lulu Wibblewobble, the
duck, can use a knife almost as good as a boy.

Well, if I'm going to tell you about Bawly No-Tail, the frog, and his
whistles I guess I'd better start, hadn't I? and not talk so much about
big brothers and sisters.

One afternoon Bawly was hopping along in the woods. It was a nice, warm
day, and the wind was blowing in the treetops, and the flowers were
blooming down in the moss, and Bawly was very happy.

He came to a willow tree, and he said to himself:

"I guess I'll make a whistle." So he cut off a little branch, about
eight inches long, and with his knife he cut one end slanting, just like
the part of a whistle that goes in your mouth. Then he made a hole for
the wind to come out of.

Then he pounded the bark on the stick gently with his knife handle, and
pretty soon the bark slipped off, just as mamma takes off her gloves
after she's been down to the five-and-ten-cent store. Then Bully cut
away some of the white wood, slipped on the bark again, and he had a
whistle.

"My! That's fine!" he cried, as he blew a loud blast on it. "I think
I'll make another."

So he made a second one, and then he went on through the woods, blowing
first one whistle and then the other, like the steam piano in the circus
parade.

"Hello!" suddenly cried a voice in the woods, "who is making all that
noise?"

"I am," answered Bawly. "Who are you?"

"I am Sammie Littletail," was the reply, and out popped the rabbit boy
from under a bush. "Oh, what fine whistles!" he cried when he saw those
Bawly had made. "I wish I had one."

"You may have, Sammie," answered Bawly kindly, and he gave his little
rabbit friend the biggest and loudest whistle. Then the two boy animals
went on through the woods, and pretty soon they came to a place where
there was a pond of water.

"Excuse me for a minute," said Bawly. "I think I'll have a little swim.
Will you join me, Sammie?" he asked, politely.