l, and sat down on
the bank to eat a cookie, which Bully found in his water-proof pocket.

"Now's my chance!" thought the cat. "I'll grab 'em both, and eat 'em!"
So she made a spring, but she didn't jump quite far enough and she
missed both Bully and Dickie. Dickie flew up into a tree, and so he was
safe, but Bully couldn't fly, though he hopped away.

After him jumped the cat, and she cried:

"I'll get you yet!"

Bully hopped some more, but the cat raced toward him, and nearly had the
froggie. Then began quite a chase. The cat was very quick, and she kept
after Bully so closely that she was making him very tired. Pretty soon
his jumps weren't as long as they had been at first. And the cat was
keeping him away from the pond, too, for she knew if he jumped into that
he would get away, for cats don't like water, or rain.

But finally Bully managed to head himself back toward the pond, and the
cat was still after him. Oh, how savage she looked with her sharp teeth,
and her glaring eyes! Poor Bully was much frightened.

All of a sudden, as he hopped nearer and nearer to the pond, he thought
of a trick to play on that cat. He pretended that he could hardly hop
any more, and only took little steps. Nearer and nearer sneaked the cat,
lashing her tail. At last she thought she could give one big spring, and
land on Bully with her sharp claws.

She did spring, but Dickie, up in the tree, saw her do it, and he called
to his friend Bully to look out. Then Bully gave a great big hop and
landed on the water-wheel, and the cat was so surprised that she jumped,
too, and before she knew it she had leaped on the wheel also. Around and
around it went, with Bully and the cat on it, and water splashed all
over, and the cat was so wet and miserable that she forgot all about
eating Bully. But Bully only liked the water, and didn't mind it a bit.

Then the frog boy hopped off the wheel to the shore and hurried away,
with Dickie flying overhead, and the cat, who was now as wet as a
sponge, and very dizzy from the wheel going around so fast, managed to
jump ashore a little while afterward. But her fur was so wet and
plastered down that she couldn't chase after Bully any more, and he got
safely home; and the cat had to stay in the sun all day to dry out. But
it served her right, I think.

Now in case the little boy next door doesn't take our baby carriage and
make an automobile of it, I'll tell you next about Bawly and Uncle
Wiggily.