One day, as No-Tail, the frog boy, was coming home from school he thought of a very hard word he had had to spell in class that afternoon. It began with a “C,” and the next letter was “A” and the next one was “T”—CAT—and what do you think? Why Bully said it spelled “Kitten,” and just for that he had to write the word on his forty-’leven times, so he’d remember it next day.  
“I guess I won’t forget it again in a hurry,” thought Bully as he along with his books in a over his shoulder. “C-a-t spells—” And just then he heard a funny noise in the bushes, and he stopped short, as Grandfather Goosey Gander’s clock did, when Jimmy Wibblewobble poured molasses in it. Bully looked all around to see what the noise was. “For it might be that , or the bird,” he whispered to himself.
 
 
Just then he heard a jolly laugh, and his brother Bawly hopped out from under a cabbage leaf.
 
“Did I scare you, Bully?” asked Bawly, as he scratched his right ear with his left foot.
 
“A little,” said Bully, turning a somersault to get over being frightened.
 
“Well, I didn’t mean to, and I won’t do it again. But now that you 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 along through the cool, shady woods, and he was wondering what Mrs. No-Tail would have good for supper.
 
“I hope she has 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 ! 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 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.
 
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