my way! Clopperty, clopperty, clopperty, clopperty!"

Jump-thump! went Pedro's feet. Jump-jump jump-jump, jump-jump,
thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump, jump-jump, jump-jump, jump-jump,
pitter patter, pitter patter,--he'd reached the other side! And the
horse hadn't hurt him either!

Again on the sidewalk went his feet. You could hear them as they
beat,--pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter down the street.

When he came to the end of this block, he started across the next
street.

Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter pat---- Pedro stopped with
one little front foot up in the air. In the middle of the street stood a
man. He had on high rubber boots and he held a big hose.

Shrzshrzshrzshrzshrz--came the water out of the hose. It hit the street.
Splsh splsh splsh splsh splsh! It ran in a little stream into the hole
in the gutter,--gubble, gubble, gubble, gubble, gubble! This was
something new to Pedro. He didn't understand.

Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter. He thought he'd better find
out about it.

"Hie, you little dog! Look out!" shouted the man.

Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter.

"Hie, you little dog. I say look out!"

Pitter patter, pitter pat--ssssssssss bang! the water hit him!

"Ki-eye! yow! yow!" Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump; kathump,
kathump, kathump, kathump! Fast, fast went Pedro's feet, running,
tearing down the street.

"Ki-eye! I'm going home!" Kathump, kathump, kathump, kathump! Down the
sidewalk, 'cross the street, 'nother sidewalk, 'nother street, kathump,
kathump, kathump, kathump! Pedro was at home. Skippety, skippety up the
stairs. Pedro was at his own front door.

He stopped. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr--he shook himself. He scattered the water all
around.

"Bow, wow, I'm glad I'm home! Bow, wow, I'm glad I'm home!"

Then he lay down in the warm, warm sun. And he put his nose on his
little fore paws. And he closed his eyes and he went to sleep.

"Bzbzbzbzbzbzbzbzbz!"

But Pedro was too sound asleep to hear the fly.

"Whe-whuhuhu, whe-whuhuhu, whe-whuhuhu." That's the way he was
breathing. For he was oh, so sound asleep! And there he is sleeping
now.

HOW THE ENGINE LEARNED
THE KNOWING SONG

This story stresses the relationship of use in response to what seems to
be a five-year-old method of thinking.

The school has found it best to let the younger