Did you ever make a whistle—that is, out of a piece of wood off a willow tree?
 
No? Well, it’s lots of fun, and when I was a boy I used to make lots of them. Big ones and little ones, and the kind that would almost make as much noise as some factory whistles. If you can’t make one yourself, ask your big brother, or your papa, or some man, to make you one.
 
Maybe your big sister can, for some girls, like Lulu Wibblewobble, the duck, can use a knife almost as good as a boy.
 
Well, if I’m going to tell you about Bawly No-Tail, the frog, and his whistles I guess I’d better start, hadn’t I? and not talk so much about big brothers and sisters.
 
One afternoon Bawly was along in the woods. It was a nice, warm day, and the wind was blowing in the treetops, and the flowers were blooming down in the , and Bawly was very happy.
 
He came to a willow tree, and he said to himself:
 
“I guess I’ll make a whistle.” So he cut off a little branch, about eight inches long, and with his knife he cut one end , just like the part of a whistle that goes in your mouth. Then he made a hole for the wind to come out of.
 
Then he pounded the bark on the stick gently with his knife handle, and pretty soon the bark slipped off, just as mamma takes off her gloves after she’s been down to the five-and-ten-cent store. Then cut away some of the white wood, slipped on the bark again, and he had a whistle.
 
“My! That’s fine!” he cried, as he blew a loud blast on it. “I think I’ll make another.”
 
So he made a second one, and then he went on through the woods, blowing first one whistle and then the other, like the steam piano in the circus parade.
 
“Hello!” suddenly cried a voice in the woods, “who is making all that noise?”
 
“I am,” answered Bawly. “Who are you?”
 
“I am Sammie Littletail,” was the reply, and out popped the rabbit boy from under a bush. “Oh, what fine whistles!” he cried when he saw those Bawly had made. “I wish I had one.”
 
“You may have, Sammie,” answered Bawly , and he gave his little rabbit friend the biggest and loudest whistle. Then the two boy animals went on through the woods, and pretty soon they came to a place where there was a pond of water.
 
“Excuse me for a minute,” said Bawly. “I think I’ll have a little swim. Will you join me, Sammie?” he asked, politely.
 
“No,” answered the rabbit, “I’m not a good swimmer, but I’ll wait here on the bank for you.”
 
“Then you may hold my whistle as well as your own,” said Bawly, “for I might lose it under water.” Then into the pond Bawly , and was soon swimming about like a fish.
 
But something is going to happen, just as I expected it would, and I’ll tell you all about it, as I promised.
 
All of a sudden, as Bawly was swimming about, that bad old skillery, scalery , who had escaped from a circus, reared his ugly head up from the pond, where he had been sleeping, and grabbed poor Bawly in his claws.
 
“Oh, let me go!” cried the boy frog. “Please let me go!”
 
“No, I’ll not!” answered the alligator . “I had you and your brother once before, and you got away, but you shan’t get loose this time. I’m going to take you to my deep, dark, , and then we’ll hav............