school, you know.

Well, time went on, and the clock ticked, and Papa No-Tail still slept.
Then a man looked in the window of the wallpaper factory and, seeing no
one there, he thought he would take a roll of paper home with him, to
paste on his little boy's bedroom.

"The next time I come past here, perhaps some one will be in the
office," the man said, "and then I can pay them for the paper," for he
wanted to be very honest, you see. "I'll get Uncle Butter, the goat, to
paste the paper on the wall for me," said the man. Then he reached
inside the room, and what do you think? Why he picked up the very piece
of wallpaper that was wrapped around Papa Chip-Chip--Oh, no, excuse me! I
mean Papa No-Tail. Yes, the man picked up that roll, with Bully's and
Bawly's papa inside, and away he went with it, and the old gentleman
frog was still sound asleep.

Now this is about the middle of his trouble, just as I said I'd tell
you, but we haven't gotten to the end yet, though we will in a little
while.

Home that man went, as fast as he could go, and on his way he stopped at
Uncle Butter's office.

"I have a little wallpapering I want done at my house," the man said to
the old gentleman goat, "and I wish you'd come right along with me and
do it. I have the paper here."

"To be sure I will," said Uncle Butter. So he got his pail of paste, and
gave Billie and Nannie Goat a little bit on some brown paper, just like
jam, and they liked it very much. The goat paper-hanger took his shears,
and his brushes, and his stepladders, tying them on his horns, and away
he went with the man.

Pretty soon they came to the house where the man lived, and his little
boy was there, and very delighted he was when he heard that he was to
have some new paper on his room.

"May I watch you put it on?" he asked Uncle Butter.

"Yes," answered the old gentleman goat, "if you don't step in the paste,
and spoil the carpet."

The little boy promised that he wouldn't, and Uncle Butter went to work.
First he got his sticky stuff all ready, and then he made a little table
on which to lay out and paste the paper.

"Now, we'll cut the roll into strips and fasten it on the wall good and
tight, so that it won't fall off in the middle of the night and scare
you," said Uncle Butter. Then he reached for the roll of paper, and,
mind you, Papa No-Tail was still asleep inside of it. But all at once,
just as the paper-hanger goat was about to pick up the roll, M