, if there was a fireman here with a long ladder, then you could
get down," said Bawly, wiggling his toes.

"But there is no fireman here," objected Uncle Wiggily. "Ah, I have it,
Bawly! You are a good jumper, perhaps you can jump up here to the roof
with the rope and I can fasten it to the chimney again and slide down as
I did before."

"I'll try," said Bawly, and he did; but bless you! He couldn't jump as
high as the house, no matter how many times he tried it. And the dinner
bell rang and Uncle Wiggily was very hungry and very anxious to get off
the roof and eat something.

"Oh, I know how to do it!" cried Bawly at length, when he had jumped
forty-sixteen times. "I'll tie a string to my baseball, and I'll throw
the ball up to you. Then you catch it, untie the string, which I'll keep
hold of on this end, and I'll tie the rope to the cord. Then you can
haul up the rope, fasten it to the chimney, and slide down."

"Good!" cried Uncle Wiggily, clapping his front paws together in
delight.

Well, if you'll believe me, Bawly did tie the string to his baseball and
with one big throw he threw it right up to Uncle Wiggily, who caught it
just as if he were on first base in a game. And then with the little
cord, which reached down to the ground, he pulled up the big rope,
knotted it around the chimney, and down he slid, just in time for
dinner, and he took Bawly home with him and gave him a penny.

Now if it should happen that I don't lose my watch down the inkwell so I
can see when it's time for my pussy cat to have his warm soup, I'll tell
you in the story after this about Bully's and Bawly's big jump.

STORY IV

BULLY'S AND BAWLY'S BIG JUMP

One day Mrs. No-Tail, the frog lady, looked in the pantry to see what
there was to eat for dinner and there wasn't a single thing. No, just
like Mother Hubbard's cupboard, the pantry was bare, though there was a
bone in it that was being saved for some time when Peetie and Jackie Bow
Wow, the puppie-dog boys, might come on a visit.

"Oh, some one will have to go to the store to get something for supper,"
said Mrs. No-Tail. "Do you feel able to go, Grandpa Croaker?"

"Well, I could go," said the old frog gentleman, in his deepest bass
voice, which sounded like the rumble of thunder over the hills and far
away, "but I promised I would go over and play a game of checkers with
Uncle Wiggily Longears. He has just finished the playhouse for Sammie
and Susie, and he wants to