such a crowd as gathered to see them hop away! There was Sammie and
Susie Littletail, and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, and Lulu and Alice
and Jimmie Wibblewobble, and Munchie and Dottie Trot, and Peetie and
Jackie Bow Wow, and Uncle Wiggily Longears and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy
and Buddy Pigg and all the other animal friends.

Away hopped Papa No-Tail, and away hopped Mamma No-Tail, and then
Grandpa Croaker and Bully and Bawly hopped after them, calling good-bys
to all their friends. Every one waved his handkerchief and Susie
Littletail and Jennie Chipmunk cried a little bit, for they liked Bully
and Bawly very much, and didn't like to see them hop away.

And what do you think? Some of the mosquitoes were so mean that they
flew out of the woods and tried to bite the frogs as they were hopping
away. But Bully and Bawly had their bean shooters and they shot a number
of the creatures, so the rest soon flew off and hid in a hollow tree.

"I'm coming to see you some time!" called Uncle Wiggily Longears to
Bully and Bawly. "Be good boys!"

"Yes, we'll be good!" promised Bully.

"As good as we can," added his brother Bawly, as he tickled Grandpa
Croaker with the bean shooter.

Then the No-Tail family of frogs hopped on and on, until they came to a
nice place in the woods, where there was a little pond, covered with
duck weed, in which they could swim.

"Here is where we will make our new home," said Papa No-Tail.

"Oh, how lovely it is," said Mrs. No-Tail, as she sat down to rest under
a toadstool umbrella, for the sun was shining.

"Ger-umph! Ger-umph!" said Grandpa Croaker, in his deep, bass voice.
"Very nice indeed."

"Fine!" cried Bully.

"Dandy!" said Bawly. "Come on in for a swim," and into the pond jumped
the two frog boys. And they lived happily there in the woods for ever
after.

So now we have come to the end of this book. But, if you would like to
hear them, I have more stories to tell you. And I think I will make the
next book about some goat children. Nannie and Billie Wagtail were their
names, and the book will be called after them--"Nannie and Billie
Wagtail." The goat children wagged their little, short tails, and did
the funniest things; eating pictures off tin cans, and nibbling
bill-board circus posters of elephants and lions and tigers. And there
was Uncle Butter, the goat gentleman, who pasted wallpaper, and Aunt
Lettie, the old lady goat, and----

But there, I will let you read the book you