e on his big back to Lincoln Park. As soon as the squirrels saw him
they cried out:

"Oh, please help Jimmie Wibblewobble down! He's in a tall tree and can't
reach the ground."

"Why, of course, to be sure," replied the kind fishhawk, and he alighted
in the tree, and Jimmie got upon his strong, broad back, and the fishhawk
flew gently to the earth, and that's how Jimmie got down. And maybe he
wasn't glad of it! I know I am, anyhow.

Now, listen: the moving man didn't get my typewriter, after all, so if we
have cocoanut-chocolate-mustard-apple-pie cake for supper, I can tell you
a story to-morrow night, and it will be about the party Alice and Lulu
had, and what happened at it. Something wonderful, too, let, me tell you.

STORY XXIV

THE WIBBLEWOBBLES' PARTY

There was great excitement in the duck pen. And the reason for it was that
Lulu and Alice were going to have a party. It was the first party they had
ever had, and it was on their birthday. You see, it was this way: Lulu and
Alice both had the same birthday; that is, they, were twins. Jimmie was a
day older than they were, and he wasn't a twin. There, now I've explained
it all to you, and I'll get on with the story.

Well, Mamma Wibblewobble arranged for the party. She did all the baking
and got the ice cream ready and made the pies and tarts, and Alice and
Lulu sent out the invitations. They were written on nice little pieces of
white birch bark that Johnnie and Billie Bushytail gnawed off the trees
for the little duck girls.

Of course, Johnnie and Billie were invited, and so was Sammie Littletail,
and Susie and Sister Sallie, and Mr. and Mrs. Bushytail, and Mr. and Mrs.
Littletail, and Uncle Wiggily Longears, and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, and
Grandfather Goosey-Gander, and Bully, the frog, and the goldfish, and, let
me see, who else? Oh, of course, the fairy prince. Alice would not have
had him left out for anything.

Alice and Lulu had their best hair ribbons on and their new dresses, and
were all dressed up for the party nearly an hour before it was time.
Jimmie got ready, too. That is, he put on a clean collar and a new, red
necktie, and he looked very nice. But he really didn't care much about the
party. He said he and the boys would go off by themselves and talk about
baseball.

"No," said his mother, "you must not do that. I want you and the boys to
entertain the little girls. Be nice, now, Jimmie."

So Jimmie said he would, and pretty so