hey broke down, he didn't mind a muddy
splashing! No, indeed he didn't. So, of course, he and the Mud Turtles
were great friends.

One day Mr. Merry Sun, seeing how things were going on, said to himself:
"I guess I'll dry up all the Turtle Mud Houses." So he set to work,
shining down from the bright blue sky, and before evening the mud
palaces and castles were hard as bricks.

"Hurrah!" he said, just before he went to sleep on the crimson pillows
of the West, "I've finished Mud Turtle Town!"

Of course, all this was more or less of an accident, for the Mud Turtles
hadn't asked Mr. Merry Sun to help them. But when they saw what he had
done, they were delighted, and at once sent out invitations to all the
Barnyard Folk to spend a week in Turtle Town.

Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny accepted at once; so did Goosey Lucy; and
as soon as they had packed their things, they set out for the Old Duck
Pond.

"I don't think I shall lay an egg while I'm there," said Henny
Penny--"I'm not used to Mud Nests."

"Suit yourself," said Cocky Doodle.

"Henny Penny is right," said Goosey Lucy. "It will be a little vacation
for us. I, for one, shall be glad to forget all about home duties."

Just then there was a great flapping of wings and Ducky Waddles came
wabbling after them. "Why don't you wait for a fellow," he panted. "I'm
all out of breath trying to catch up to you. I almost had to fly."

As they crossed the Old Cow Path they met Little Jack Rabbit hopping
home to the Old Bramble Patch.

"We're going to make a visit in Turtle Town," said Henny Penny. "Why
don't you come, too?"

"Haven't time," answered the little bunny. "Mother sent me over to
Cousin Cottontail for lollypop frosting. She must have it in time to
cover the carrot cake for supper."

BOBBY TAIL

MR. JOHN RABBIT had been a great jumper in his youth, and Little Jack
Rabbit wished to learn to jump as far as his father, and even farther.

So every day he practiced jumping in the Sweet Clover Field near the Old
Rail Fence until by and by he could jump over the second rail.

"Pretty good," said Mr. Rabbit. "Don't believe I did any better when I
was your age. How is Bobby Tail getting along?"

Now Little Jack Rabbit's brother was called Bobby Tail, because his tail
was so short. Yes, siree, it was so short that it looked exactly like a
white powder puff. And his eyes were just like little pink beads. But
they weren't any pinker than his nose.

But, I