-pretend-bullets at him, and then we'll holler like
the wild Indians, and the monkey will be so frightened that he'll run
away."

Well, they did that. Zip-whizz! went two make-believe arrows at the
monkey. One hit him on the nose, and one on the leg, and the pain was
real, not make-believe. Then out from the bushes jumped Bully and Bawly,
firing their make-believe guns as fast as they could.

Then they yelled like real Indians and when the monkey saw the red and
green and yellow and purple and pink and red feathers on the frog
Indians and saw their colored-chalk faces he was so frightened that he
wiggled his tail, blinked his eyes, clattered his teeth together, and,
dropping Arabella Chick, off he scrambled up a tree after a make-believe
cocoanut.

"Now, you're safe!" cried Bully to the chicken girl.

"Yes," said Bawly, "being Indians was some good after all, even if we
didn't capture any make-believe white people to scalp."

So they sat down under the trees, and Arabella very kindly helped them
to eat the lunch, and she said she thought Indians were just fine, and
as brave as soldiers.

So now we've reached the end of this story, and as you're sleepy you'd
better go to bed, and in case the piano key doesn't open the front door,
and go out to play hop-scotch on the sidewalk, I'll tell you next about
the Frogs' farewell hop.

STORY XXXI

THE FROGS' FAREWELL HOP

One night Papa No-Tail, the frog gentleman, came home from his work in
the wallpaper factory with a bundle of something under his left front
leg.

"What have you there, papa?" asked Bawly, as he scratched his nose on a
rough stone; "is it ice cream cones for us?"

"No," said Mr. No-Tail, "it is not anything like that; but, anyhow, the
weather is almost warm enough for ice cream."

"Is it some new kind of wallpaper that you hopped on to-day after you
dipped your feet in red and green ink?" asked Bully.

"No," replied his papa. "I have here some wire to tack over the windows,
to keep out the flies and mosquitoes, for it is getting to be summer
now, and those insects will soon be flying and buzzing around."

So after supper Mr. No-Tail, and his two boys, Bully and Bawly, tacked
the wire mosquito netting on the windows, and when they were all done
Mr. No-Tail went down to the corner drug store and he bought a quart of
ice cream, the kind all striped like a sofa cushion, and he and his wife
and Bully and Bawly sat out on the porch eating it w