ous jump,
and landed right on Dottie's back!

"Here we go!" cried the pony girl. "Here is where I save Bully No-Tail!
Good-by bad Mr. Wolf." And away she trotted as fast as the wind.

"Here, come back with my supper! Come back with my supper!" cried the
disappointed wolf, and off he ran after Dottie, who had Bully safely on
her back.

Faster and faster ran the wolf, but faster and faster ran Dottie, and no
wolf could ever catch her, no matter how fast he ran. And Dottie
galloped and trotted and cantered, and went on and on, and on, and the
wolf came after her, but he kept on being left farther and farther
behind, and at last Dottie was out of the woods, and she and Bully were
safe, for the wolf didn't dare go any nearer, for fear the circus men
would catch him.

"Oh, thank you so much, Dottie, for saving me," said Bully. "I'll give
you this other piece of cookie I was saving for Bawly. He won't mind."

So he gave it to Dottie, and she liked it very much indeed, and that
wolf was so angry and disappointed about not having any supper that he
bit his claw nails almost off, and went back into the woods, and
growled, and growled, and growled all night, worse than a buzzing
mosquito.

But Bully and Dottie didn't care a bit and they went on home and they
met Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, who bought them an ice
cream soda flavored with carrots.

Now in case my little bunny rabbit doesn't bite a hole in the back steps
so the milkman drops a bottle down it when he comes in the morning, I'll
tell you in the following story about Grandpa Croaker and Brighteyes
Pigg.

STORY XXI

GRANDPA AND BRIGHTEYES PIGG

One nice warm day, right after he had eaten a breakfast of watercress
oatmeal, with sweet-flag-root-sugar and milk on it, Grandpa Croaker, the
nice old gentleman frog, started out for a hop around the woods near the
pond. And he took with him his cane with the crook on the handle,
hanging it over his paw.

"Where are you going, Grandpa?" asked Bully No-Tail, as he and his
brother Bawly started for school.

"Oh, I hardly know," said the old frog gentleman in his hoarsest,
deepest, thundering, croaking voice. "Perhaps I may meet with a fairy or
a big giant, or even the alligator bird."

"The alligator isn't a bird, Grandpa," spoke Bawly.

"Oh no, to be sure," agreed the old gentleman rabbit--I mean frog--"no
more it is. I was thinking of the Pelican. Well, anyhow I am going out
for a walk