ou are
out of school, come on, let's go have a game of ball. It'll be lots of
fun," went on Bawly.

So the two brothers hopped off, and found Billie and Johnnie Bushytail,
the squirrels, and Sammie Littletail, the rabbit boy, and some other
animal friends, and they had a fine game, and Bawly made a home run.

Now, about this same time, Grandpa Croaker, the nice old gentleman frog,
was hopping along through the cool, shady woods, and he was wondering
what Mrs. No-Tail would have good for supper.

"I hope she has scrambled watercress with sugar on top," thought
Grandpa, and just then he felt a drop of rain on his back. The sun had
suddenly gone under a cloud, and the water was coming down as fast as it
could, for April showers bring May flowers, you know. Grandpa Croaker
looked up, and, as he did so a drop of rain fell right in his eye! But
bless you! He didn't mind that a bit. He just hopped out where he could
get all wet, for he had on his rubber clothes, and he felt as happy as
your dollie does when she has on her new dress and goes for a ride in
the park. Frogs love water.

The rain came down harder and harder and the water was running about,
all over in the woods, playing tag, and jumping rope, and everything
like that, when, all at once, Grandpa Croaker heard a little voice
crying:

"Oh, dear! I'll never get home in all this rain without wetting my new
dress and bonnet! Oh, what shall I do?"

"Ha, I wonder if that can be a fairy?" said Grandpa.

"No, I'm not a fairy," went on the voice. "I'm Nellie Chip-Chip, the
sparrow girl, and I haven't any umbrella."

"Oh, ho!" exclaimed Grandpa Croaker as he saw Nellie huddled up under a
big leaf, "why do you come out without an umbrella when it may rain at
any moment? Why do you do it?"

"Oh, I came out to-day to gather some nice wild flowers for my teacher,"
said Nellie. "See, I found some lovely white ones, like stars," and she
held them out so Grandpa could smell them. But he couldn't without
hopping over closer to where the little sparrow girl was.

"I was so interested in the flowers that I forgot all about bringing an
umbrella," went on Nellie, and then she began to cry, for she had on a
new blue hat and dress, and didn't want them to get spoiled by the rain
that was splashing all over.

"Oh, don't cry!" begged Grandpa.

"But I can't get home without an umbrella," wailed Nellie.

"Oh, I can soon fix that," said the old gentleman goat--I mean frog.
"See,