ing able to find out who blew the beans at him, that he stood right up
on his head and wiggled his feet in the air, and then ran into the
house.

Now, if it should happen that our pussy cat doesn't go roller skating
and fall down and hurt its little nose so he can't lap up his milk, I'll
tell you next about Bully and the water bottle.

STORY XI

BULLY AND THE WATER BOTTLE

Well, just as I expected, my little cat did go roller skating, and
skated over a banana skin, and fell down and rubbed some of the fur off
his ear. But anyhow I'll tell you a story just the same, and it's going
to be about what happened to Bully No-Tail, the frog, when he had a
water bottle.

Do you know what a water bottle is? Now don't be too sure. You might
think it was a bottle made out of water, but instead it's a bottle that
holds water. Any kind of a bottle will do, and you can even take a milk
bottle and put water in it if the milkman lets you.

Well, one day, when Bully didn't know what to do to have some fun, and
when Bawly, his brother, had gone off to play ball, Bully thought about
making a water bottle, as Johnnie Bushytail had told him how to do it.

Bully took a bottle that once had held ink, and he cleaned it all out.
Then he got a cork, and, taking one of his mamma's long hatpins, he
made, with the sharp point, a number of holes through the cork, just as
if it were a sieve, or a coffee strainer. Then Bully filled the bottle
with water, put in the cork, and there he had a sprinkling-water-bottle,
just as nice as you could buy in a store.

"Now I'll have some fun!" exclaimed Bully, as he jiggled the bottle up
and down quite fast, with the cork end held down. The water squirted out
from it just like from the watering can, when your mamma waters the
flowers.

"I guess I'll go water the garden first," thought Bully. So he hopped
over to where there were some seeds planted and the little green sprouts
were just peeping up from the ground. Bully sprinkled water on the dry
earth and made it soft so the flowers could come through more easily.

"Oh, this is great!" cried the frog boy, as he held the water bottle
high in the air and let some drops sprinkle down all around on his own
head and clothes.

But please don't any of you try that part of the trick unless you have
on your bathing suit, for your mamma might not like it. As for Bully, it
didn't matter how wet he got, for frogs just like water, and they have
on clothes