l give us some cornmeal sandwiches with jam and bread and butter on."

Off they went through the fog, and it was now so thick that they
couldn't see their way, and by mistake they went to the barn instead of
the house. I don't know what they would have done, only just then along
came Old Percival, the circus dog, and he could smell his way through
the misty fog up to the house. Maybe he could smell the sandwiches, with
jam and bread and butter on. I don't know, but anyhow Mrs. Wibblewobble
gave him one when she made some for Bully and Jimmie.

Well, now I'm coming to the Alice part of the story. As Jimmie and Bully
were eating their sandwiches on the back porch, not minding the rain in
the least, all at once Lulu Wibblewobble came waddling along. As soon as
she got to the steps she called out:

"Oh, is Alice home yet?"

"Alice home?" exclaimed Mrs. Wibblewobble. "Why, didn't she come from
Grandfather Goosey Gander's house with you?"

"No, she started on ahead, some time ago," said Lulu. "She said she
wanted to put on her new hair ribbon for dinner. She ought to have been
here some time ago. Are you sure she isn't here?"

"No, she isn't," answered Jimmie. "She must be lost in the fog!"

"Oh, dear! That's exactly what has happened!" cried the mamma duck. "Oh,
this dreadful fog! What shall I do?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Wibblewobble," spoke Bully. "Jimmie and I will go and
hunt her. We can find her in the fog."

"Oh, you may get lost yourselves!" said the duck lady. "It's bad enough
as it is, but that would be dreadful. Oh, what shall I do?"

"I'll tell you," said Lulu. "We'll all hunt for her, and so that we will
not become lost in the fog, we'll tie several strings to our house, and
then each of us will keep hold of one string, and when we go off in the
fog we can follow the string back again, and we won't get lost."

"That's a good idea!" cried Bully, and they all thought it was. So they
each tied a long string to the front porch rail, and, keeping hold of
the other end, started off in the fog, Mrs. Wibblewobble, Jimmie, Bully
and Lulu. Off into the fog they went, and the white mist was now thicker
than ever; thicker than molasses, I guess.

Mrs. Wibblewobble looked one way, and Jimmie another, and Lulu another,
and Bully still another. And for a long time neither one of them could
find Alice.

"I'm going to call out loud, and perhaps she'll hear me," said Bully.
"She probably wandered off on the wrong path co