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said Uncle Wiggily, looking over the edge of the house again.
"There are no window shutters on as yet. So I can't climb on 'em."
Well, it did seem as if poor Uncle Wiggily would have to stay up there
on the roof for a long, long time, for there was no way of getting down.
"If there was a load of hay here, you could jump on that, and you
wouldn't be hurt," said Bawly, scratching his nose.
"But there is no hay here," said the rabbit carpenter, sadly.

"Well, if there was a fireman here with a long ladder, then you could
get down," said Bawly, wiggling his toes.
"But there is no fireman here," objected Uncle Wiggily. "Ah, I have it,
Bawly! You are a good jumper, perhaps you can jump up here to the
roof with the rope and I can fasten it to the chimney again and slide
down as I did before."
"I'll try," said Bawly, and he did; but bless you! He couldn't jump as
high as the house, no matter how many times he tried it. And the dinner
bell rang and Uncle Wiggily was very hungry and very anxious to get
off the roof and eat something.
"Oh, I know how to do it!" cried Bawly at length, when he had jumped
forty-sixteen times. "I'll tie a string to my baseball, and I'll throw the
ball up to you. Then you catch it, untie the string, which I'll keep hold
of on this end, and I'll tie the rope to the cord. Then you can haul up the
rope, fasten it to the chimney, and slide down."
"Good!" cried Uncle Wiggily, clapping his front paws together in
delight.
Well, if you'll believe me, Bawly did tie the string to his baseball and
with one big throw he threw it right up to Uncle Wiggily, who caught it
just as if he were on first base in a game. And then with the little cord,
which reached down to the ground, he pulled up the big rope, knotted it
around the chimney, and down he slid, just in time for dinner, and he
took Bawly home with him and gave him a penny.
Now if it should happen that I don't lose my watch down the inkwell so
I can see when it's time for my pussy cat to have his warm soup, I'll tell
you in the story after this about Bully's and Bawly's big jump.

STORY IV
BULLY'S AND BAWLY'S BIG JUMP

One day Mrs. No-Tail, the frog lady, looked in the pantry to see what
there was to eat for dinner and there wasn't a single thing. No, just like
Mother Hubbard's cupboard, the pantry was bare, though there was a
bone in it that was being saved for some time when Peetie and Jackie
Bow Wow, the puppie-dog boys, might come on a visit.
"Oh, some one will have to go to the store to get something for supper,"
said Mrs. No-Tail. "Do you feel able to go, Grandpa Croaker?"
"Well, I could go," said the old frog gentleman, in his deepest bass
voice, which sounded like the rumble of thunder over the hills and far
away, "but I promised I would go over and play a game of checkers
with Uncle Wiggily Longears. He has just finished the playhouse for
Sammie and Susie, and he wants to show me that. So I don't see how I
can go to the store very well."
"If Bully and Bawly were here they'd go," said their mamma. "I wish
they'd come. Oh, here they are now," she went on, as she looked out of
the window and saw the two frog boys coming home from school.
"Hurry!" she called to them. "I want you to go to the store."
"All right," they both answered, and they were so polite about it that
Mrs. No-Tail gave them each a penny, though, of course, they would
have gone without that, for they always liked to help their mamma.
"I want some sugar, and molasses, and bread, and butter, and some corn
meal, and bacon and watercress salad," said the mother frog, and Bully
and Bawly each took a basket in which to carry the things. Then they
hopped on toward the store.
"I'm going to buy marbles with my penny," said Bully.
"And I'm going to buy a whistle with mine," said Bawly.
Well, they got to the grocery, all right, and the cow lady who kept it
gave them the things their mamma wanted. Then they went to the toy
store and Bully got his marbles, and Bawly his whistle, which made a
very loud noise.

Now I'm very sorry to be obliged to tell it, but something is going to
happen to