One nice warm day, right after he had eaten a breakfast of watercress oatmeal, with sweet-flag-root-sugar and milk on it, Grandpa Croaker, the nice old gentleman frog, started out for a around the woods near the pond. And he took with him his with the on the handle, hanging it over his paw.  
“Where are you going, Grandpa?” asked No-Tail, as he and his brother Bawly started for school.
 
“Oh, I hardly know,” said the old frog gentleman in his , deepest, thundering, voice. “Perhaps I may meet with a fairy or a big giant, or even the bird.”
 
“The alligator isn’t a bird, Grandpa,” Bawly.
 
“Oh no, to be sure,” agreed the old gentleman rabbit—I mean frog—“no more it is. I was thinking of the . Well, anyhow I am going out for a walk, and if you didn’t have to go to school you could come with me. But I’ll take you next time, and we may go to the Wild West show together.”
 
“Oh fine!” cried Bully, as he away with his school books under his front leg.
 
“Oh fine and dandy!” exclaimed Bawly, as he looked in his spelling book to see how to spell “cow.”
 
Well, the frog boys hopped on to school, and Grandpa Croaker hopped off to the woods. He went on and on, and he was wondering what sort of an adventure he would have, when he heard a little noise up in the trees. He looked up through his glasses, and he saw Jennie there.
 
She was a little late for school, but she was hurrying all she could. She called “good morning” to Grandpa Croaker, and he her up a sugar cookie that he happened to have in his pocket. Wasn’t he the nice old Grandpa, though? Well, I just guess he was!
 
So he went on a little farther, and pretty soon he came to the place where and Brighteyes Pigg lived. Only Buddy wasn’t at home, being at school. But Brighteyes, the little guinea pig girl, was there in the house, and she was suffering from the toothache, I’m sorry to say.
 
Oh! the poor little guinea pig girl was in great pain, and that’s why she couldn’t go to school. Her face was all tied up in a towel with a bag of hot salt on it, but even that didn’t seem to do any good.
 
“Oh, I’m so sorry for you, Brighteyes!” exclaimed Grandpa. “Have you had Dr. Possum? Where is your mamma?”
 
“Mamma has gone to the doctor’s now to get me something to stop the pain,” answered Brighteyes, “and to-morrow I am going to have the tooth pulled. We tried and and all things like that but nothing would stop the pain.”
 
“Perhaps if I tell you a little story it will make you forget it until mamma comes with the doctor’s medicine,” suggested Grandpa, and then and there he told Brighteyes a funny story about a little white rabbit that lived in a garden and had carrots to eat, and it ate so many that its white hair turned red and it looked too cute for anything, and then it went to the circus.
 
Well, the story made Brighteyes forget the pain for a time, but the story couldn’t last forever, and soon the pain came back. Then Grandpa th............