oy duck thought if they took three eggs they would come back for more.

"I'm going to hide in the pantry to-night," he said to Lulu and Alice,
"and when the burglar comes I'm going to grab him."

"Won't you be afraid?" asked Alice, shivering.

"Afraid? Humph! I guess not," replied her brother.

So that night, after every one had gone to bed, and it was all still and
quiet in the house, and Aunt Lettie was snoring the least little bit,
Jimmie crawled softly out of bed. Oh, so softly, and went and hid in the
pantry.

It was dark, so he took a candle and was all ready to light it whenever he
heard a sound. Well, he had to wait quite some time, and it was getting
pretty lonesome, and he was beginning to feel sleepy when, all of a
sudden, he heard a noise! Then he heard another noise, and then a
scratching and a squeaking. Then he lighted the candle as quickly as he
could, and what do you suppose he saw?

Why, two great big rats, no relation to good, kind Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy,
the muskrat, oh, not at all, but two other bad rats!

Well, as true as I'm telling you, if one rat didn't climb up on the
shelf, where the duck eggs were in the basket, and take one up in his
paws; and then what do you suppose he did? Why, he went to the edge of the
shelf and dropped the egg to the rat on the floor below.

Then the rat on the floor caught it and lay down on his back, and hugged
the egg in his four paws, and the rat on the shelf ran down and got hold
of the tail of the rat that had the egg and began pulling him along the
floor, just as if he were a little wagon or sled with an egg on it. All
this Jimmie saw, and he cried out:

"Oh, you bad rats, you, to steal my mamma's eggs!"

Well, you should have seen how frightened those rats were at that! One
dropped the egg out of his paws and ran away, and the other followed. Oh,
but they were frightened, though! and wasn't Jimmie brave to hide in the
pantry and discover them? So that's how the first three eggs were taken,
but no more were, for Papa Wibblewobble stopped up the rat hole.

And that's the end of this story. The one to-morrow night will be about
how Jimmie tried to stand on his head, that is, if the pussy cat doesn't
go to sleep in the milk bottle.

STORY XX

HOW JIMMIE STOOD ON HIS HEAD

Jimmie Wibblewobble was quite a hero after he had found out about the rats
taking the eggs, and every time he walked in the chicken yard the old
rooster would crow and say: