Bawly No-Tail, the frog boy, was along one day whistling a little about a yellow-spotted doggie, who found a juicy bone, and sold it to a ragman for a penny ice cream . After the little frog boy had finished his song he into a pond of water and swam about, on his head and wiggling his toes in the air, just as when the boys go in bathing.  
Well, would you ever believe it? When Bawly bounced up out of the water to catch his breath, which nearly ran away from him down to the five-and-ten-cent-store—when Bawly bounced up, I say, who should he see but Lulu Wibblewobble, the duck girl, swimming around on the pond.
 
“Hello, Lulu!” called Bawly.
 
“Hello!” answered Lulu. “Come on, Bawly, let’s see who can throw a stone the farthest; you or I.”
 
“Oh, pooh!” cried the frog boy. “I can, of course. You’re only a girl.”
Well, would you ever believe it? When Bawly and Lulu were out on the shore of the pond and had thrown their stones, Lulu’s went ever so much farther than did Bawly’s. Oh! she was a good thrower, Lulu was!
 
“Well, anyhow, I can beat you jumping!” cried Bawly. “Now, let’s try that game.”
 
So they tried that, and, of course, Bawly won, being a very good jumper. He jumped over two stones, three sticks, a little black ant and also a big one, a hump of dirt, two flies and a grain of sand. And, as for Lulu, she only jumped over a brown leaf, a bit of straw, part of a stone and a little fuzzy .
 
“Now we’re even,” said Bawly, who felt good-natured again. “Let’s go for a walk in the woods and we’ll get some wild flowers and maybe something will happen. Who knows?”
 
“Who knows?” agreed Lulu. So off they started together, talking about the weather and ice cream and Fourth of July and all things like that. For it was Saturday, you see, and there was no school.
 
Well, pretty soon, in a little while, not so very long, as Bawly was hopping, and Lulu was wobbling along, they heard a noise in the bushes. Now, of course, when you’re in the woods there is always likely to be a noise in the bushes. Sometimes it’s made by a fairy, and sometimes by a giant and sometimes by a squirrel or a rabbit, or a doggie, or a kittie, and sometimes only by the wind blowing in the treetops. And you can never tell what makes the noise until you look. So Bawly and Lulu looked to see what made the noise in the bushes.
 
“Maybe it’s a giant!” exclaimed Lulu.
 
“Maybe it’s a fairy,” said Bawly, and they looked and looked and pretty soon, in a jiffy, out came a man—just a plain, ordinary man.
 
“Oh, me!” cried Bawly.
 
“Oh, my!” exclaimed Lulu.
 
Then they both started to run away, for they were afraid they might be hurt. But the man saw them going off, and he called after them.
 
“Oh, pray don’t be frightened, little ones. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I was just looking for a frog and a duck, and here you are.”
 
“Are—are you going to eat us?” asked Bawly, blinking his eyes.
 
“No, indeed,” replied the man, .
 
“Are you going to carry us away in a bag?” asked Lulu, wiggling her feet.
 
“Oh, never, never, never!” cried the man, quickly. “I will put you in my pockets if you will let me, and I will do a funny trick with you.”
 
“A trick?” asked Bawly, for he was very fond of them. “What kind?”
 
“A good trick,” replied the man. &ldqu............