hen she saw he didn't have any corn. "I'm so
sorry! What shall we do? We need the corn for supper."

"I'll try again," promised Bawly, and he did, again and again, but still
he couldn't get any of the corn up from under the water. And he felt
badly, and so did Arabella, and even eating what they had left of the
candy didn't make them feel any better.

"I tell you what it is!" cried Bawly, after he had tried forty-'leven
times to dive down after the corn, "what I need is something like an ash
sieve. Then I could scoop up the corn and water, and the water would run
out, and leave the corn there."

"But you haven't any sieve," said Arabella, "and so you can never get
the corn, and we won't have any supper, and---- Oh, dear! Boo-hoo!
Hoo-boo!"

"Oh, please don't cry," begged Bawly, who felt badly enough himself.
"Here, wait, I'll see if I can't drink all the water out of the pond,
and that will leave the ground dry so we can get the corn."

Well, he tried, but, bless you, he couldn't begin to drink all the water
in the pond. And he didn't know what to do, until, all of a sudden, he
saw, coming along the road, Aunt Lettie, the nice old lady goat. And
what do you think she had? Why, a coffee strainer, that she had bought
at the five-and-ten-cent store. As soon as Bawly saw that strainer he
asked Aunt Lettie if he could take it.

She said he could, and pretty soon down he dived under the water again,
and with the coffee strainer it was very easy to scoop up the corn from
the bottom of the pond, and soon Bawly got it all back again, and the
water hadn't hurt it a bit, only making it more tender and juicy for
cooking.

And just as Bawly got up the last of the corn in the coffee strainer,
down swooped a big owl, and he tried to grab Bawly and Arabella and the
corn and sieve and Aunt Lettie, all at the same time. But the old lady
goat drove him away with her sharp horns, and then Bawly and Arabella
thanked her very kindly and went home, the frog boy carrying the corn he
had gotten up from the pond, and taking care not to spill it again. And
so every one was happy but the owl.

Now in case the fish man doesn't paint the glass of the parlor windows
sky-blue pink, so I can't see Uncle Wiggily Longears when he rings the
door bell, I'll tell you next about Bully and Dottie Trot.

STORY XX

BAWLY AND ARABELLA CHICK.

One day Bully No-Tail, the frog boy, was hopping along through the
woods, and he felt so very fine,