Bully and Bawly No-Tail | Page 2

like when you put too much milk in your glass, and made the
ground all wet.
The last name of the frogs was "No-Tail," because, being frogs, you see,
they had no tails.
But now Bawly was larger, and he didn't cry so much, I'm glad to say.
And with the frog boys lived their papa and mamma, and also a nice,
big, green and yellow spotted frog who was named Grandpa Croaker.

Oh, he was one of the nicest frogs I have ever known, and I have met
quite a number.
One day when Bully and Bawly were hopping along on the ground,
close to the edge of the pond, Bully suddenly said:
"Bawly, I think I can beat you in a swimming race."
"I don't believe you can," spoke Bawly, as he thoughtfully scratched his
left front leg on a piece of hickory bark.
"Well, we'll try," said Bully. "We'll see who can first swim to the other
side of the pond, and whoever does it will get a stick of peppermint
candy."
"Where can we get the candy?" asked Bawly. "Have you got it? For if
you have I wish you'd give me a bite before we jump in the water,
Bully."
"No, I haven't it," replied his brother. "But I know Grandpa Croaker
will give it to us after the race. Come on, let's jump in."
So the next minute into the pond jumped those two frog boys, and they
didn't take off their shoes or their stockings, nor even their coats or
waists, nor yet their neckties. For you see they wore the kind of clothes
which water couldn't hurt, as they were made of rubber, like a raincoat.
Their mamma had to make them that kind, because they went in the
water so often.
Into the pond the frogs jumped, and they began swimming as fast as
they could. First Bully was a little distance ahead, and then Bawly
would kick out his front legs and his hind legs, and he would be in the
lead.
"I'm going to win! I'll get the peppermint candy!" Bawly called to his
brother, winking his two eyes right in the water, as easily as you can
put your doll to sleep, or play a game of marbles.

"No. I'll beat!" declared Bully. "But if I get the candy I'll give you
some."
So they swam on, faster and faster, making the water splash up all
around them like a steamboat going to a picnic.
Well, the frogs were almost half way across the pond, when Lulu and
Alice Wibblewobble, the duck girls, came out of their pen. They had
just washed their faces and their yellow bills, and had put on their new
hair ribbons, so they looked very nice, and proper.
"Oh, see Bully and Bawly having a swimming race!" exclaimed Lulu.
"I think Bully will win!"
"I think Bawly will!" cried Alice. "See, he is ahead!"
"No, Bully is ahead now," called Lulu, and surely enough so Bully was,
having made a sudden jump in the water.
And then, all of a sudden, before you could take all the seeds out of an
apple or an orange, if you had one with seeds in, Bawly disappeared
from sight down under the water. He vanished just as the milk goes out
of baby's bottle when she drinks it all up.
"Oh, look!" cried Lulu. "Bawly is going to swim under water!"
"That's so he can win the race easier, I guess," spoke Alice.
"What's that?" asked Bully, wiggling his two eyes.
"Your brother has gone down under the water!" cried the two duck girls
together.
"So he has!" exclaimed Bully, glancing around. And then, when he had
looked down, he cried out: "Oh, a great big fish has hold of Bawly's
toes, and he's going to eat him, I guess! I must save my brother!"
Bully didn't think anything more about the race after that. No, indeed,
and some tomato ketchup, too! Down under water he dived, and he

swam close up to the fish who was pulling poor Bawly away to his den
in among a lot of stones.
"Oh, let my brother go, if you please!" called Bully to the fish.
"No, I'll not," was the answer, and then the big fish flopped his tail like
a fan and made such a wave that poor Bully was upset, turning a
somersault in the water. But that didn't scare him, and when he had
turned over right side up again he swam to the fish once more and said:
"If you don't let my brother go I'll call a policeman!"
"No policeman can catch me!" declared the fish, boldly, and in a saucy
manner.
"Oh, do something to save me!" cried poor Bawly, trying to pull his
toes