, rumbling,
stumbling, bumbling voice he told them the story.

It was a very good story, and some day perhaps I may tell it to you. It
was about how, when Grandpa was a young frog, he started out to hunt
blackberries, and got caught in a briar bush and couldn't get loose for
ever so long, and the mosquitoes bit him very hard, all over.

"And after that I never went hunting blackberries without taking a
mosquito netting along," said the old frog gentleman, as he finished his
story.

"My but that _was_ an adventure!" cried Bully.

"That's what!" agreed his brother. "You were very brave, Grandpa, to go
off hunting blackberries all alone."

"Yes, I was considered quite brave and handsome when I was young,"
admitted the old gentleman frog, in his bass voice. "But now, boys, run
off to bed, and I'll finish reading the paper."

The next morning when Bully got up he saw Bawly at the side of the bed,
putting some beans in a bag, and taking his bean shooter out from the
bureau drawer where he kept it.

"What are you going to do, Bawly?" asked Bully.

"I'm going hunting, as Grandpa did," said his brother.

"But blackberries aren't ripe yet. They're not ripe until June or July,"
objected Bully.

"I know it, but I'm going to hunt mosquitoes, not blackberries. I'm
going to kill all I can with my bean shooter, and then there won't be so
many to bite the dear little babies this summer. Don't you want to come
along?" asked Bawly.

"I would if I had a bean shooter," answered Bully. "Perhaps I'll go some
other time. To-day I promised Peetie and Jackie Bow Wow I'd come over
and play ball with them."

So Bully went to play ball, with the puppy dogs, and Bawly went hunting,
after his mamma had said that he might, and had told him to be careful.

"I'll put up a little lunch for you," she said, "so you won't get hungry
hunting mosquitoes in the woods."

Off Bawly hopped, with his lunch in a little basket on one leg and
carrying his bean shooter, and plenty of beans. He knew a deep, dark,
dismal stretch of woodland where there were so many mosquitoes that they
wouldn't have been afraid to bite even an elephant, if one had happened
along. You see there were so many of the mosquitoes that they were bold
and savage, like bears or lions.

"But just wait until I get at them with my bean shooter," said Bawly
bravely. "Then they'll be so frightened that they'll fly away, and never
come back to bother people any more."

On and on h