, and if you didn't have to go to school you could come with
me. But I'll take you next time, and we may go to the Wild West show
together."

"Oh fine!" cried Bully, as he hopped away with his school books under
his front leg.

"Oh fine and dandy!" exclaimed Bawly, as he looked in his spelling book
to see how to spell "cow."

Well, the frog boys hopped on to school, and Grandpa Croaker hopped off
to the woods. He went on and on, and he was wondering what sort of an
adventure he would have, when he heard a little noise up in the trees.
He looked up through his glasses, and he saw Jennie Chipmunk there.

She was a little late for school, but she was hurrying all she could.
She called "good morning" to Grandpa Croaker, and he tossed her up a
sugar cookie that he happened to have in his pocket. Wasn't he the nice
old Grandpa, though? Well, I just guess he was!

So he went on a little farther, and pretty soon he came to the place
where Buddy and Brighteyes Pigg lived. Only Buddy wasn't at home, being
at school. But Brighteyes, the little guinea pig girl, was there in the
house, and she was suffering from the toothache, I'm sorry to say.

Oh! the poor little guinea pig girl was in great pain, and that's why
she couldn't go to school. Her face was all tied up in a towel with a
bag of hot salt on it, but even that didn't seem to do any good.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for you, Brighteyes!" exclaimed Grandpa. "Have you had
Dr. Possum? Where is your mamma?"

"Mamma has gone to the doctor's now to get me something to stop the
pain," answered Brighteyes, "and to-morrow I am going to have the tooth
pulled. We tried mustard and cloves and all things like that but nothing
would stop the pain."

"Perhaps if I tell you a little story it will make you forget it until
mamma comes with the doctor's medicine," suggested Grandpa, and then and
there he told Brighteyes a funny story about a little white rabbit that
lived in a garden and had carrots to eat, and it ate so many that its
white hair turned red and it looked too cute for anything, and then it
went to the circus.

Well, the story made Brighteyes forget the pain for a time, but the
story couldn't last forever, and soon the pain came back. Then Grandpa
thought of something else.

"Why are all the ladders, and boards, and cans, and brushes piled
outside your house?" he asked Brighteyes, for he had noticed them as he
came in.

"Oh! we are having the house painted," said Brighteyes