thing to eat.

Then, all of a sudden, along came Percival, the kind old circus dog, and
he barked at that fox, and nipped his tail and the fox ran away, and
Kittie and Bully were then safe. Bully came off the log, and Kittie came
down out of the tree and they both went on home after thanking Percival
most kindly.

Now, in case my little girl's tricycle doesn't roll down hill and bunk
into the peanut man and make him spill his ice cream, I'll tell you next
about Bawly helping his teacher.

STORY XXVII

HOW BAWLY HELPED HIS TEACHER

It was quite warm in the schoolroom one day, and the teacher of the
animal children, who was a nice young lady robin, had all the windows
open. But even then it was still warm, and the pupils, including Bully
and Bawly No-Tail, the frog boys, and Lulu and Alice and Jimmie
Wibblewobble, the ducks, weren't doing much studying.

Every now and then they would look out of the window toward the green
fields, and the cool, pleasant woods, where the yellow and purple
violets were growing, and they wished they were out there instead of in
school.

"My, it's hot!" whispered Bully to Bawly, and of course it was wrong to
whisper in school, but perhaps he didn't think.

"Yes, I wish we could go swimming," answered Bawly, and the teacher
heard the frog brothers talking together.

"Oh, Bully and Bawly," she said, as she turned around from the
blackboard, where she was drawing a picture of a house, so the children
could better learn how to spell it, "I am sorry to hear you whispering.
You will both have to stay in after school."

Well, of course Bully and Bawly didn't like that, but when you do wrong
you have to suffer for it, and when the other animal boys and girls ran
out after school, to play marbles and baseball, and skip rope, and jump
hop-scotch and other games, the frog boys had to stay in.

They sat in the quiet schoolroom, and the robin teacher did some writing
in her books. And Bawly looked out of the window over at the baseball
game. And Bully looked out of the window over toward the swimming pond.
And the teacher looked out of the window at the cool woods, where those
queer flowered Jack-in-the-pulpits grew, and she too, wished she was out
there instead of in the schoolroom.

"Well, if you two boys are sorry you whispered, and promise that you
won't do it again, you may go," said the teacher after a while, when she
had looked out of the window once more. "You know it isn't