nkle
Tail close to his heels.

By and by they came to the Old Farm Yard. There stood Ducky Waddles by
the old creaking gate. He had just come in from a swim in the Old Duck
Pond and was combing his feathers with his big yellow bill.

"Good afternoon," said the little bunny. "I've come to ask a favor."

"What is it?" asked Ducky Waddles.

"You explain matters first, Twinkle Tail, and then I'll talk to Ducky
Waddles," said Little Jack Rabbit.

It didn't take Twinkle Tail long to tell his troubles--how little Miss
Squirrel had agreed to marry him that afternoon; how all the little
people of the Shady Forest were coming to the wedding at five; how
Parson Owl had agreed to marry them; how everything was ready except
the little gold wedding ring.

"Who told you I had a little gold ring?" asked Ducky Waddles.

"Nobody," answered the little squirrel, "but I suppose it's all right."

"Yes, it's all right," laughed Ducky Waddles with a funny quack, "and
now, Mr. Jack Rabbit, what's the favor you wish me to do?"

"Won't you give Twinkle Tail the little gold ring you found in the
Bubbling Brook last Sunday?"

Ducky Waddles took a little gold ring out of his feather waistcoat
pocket and handed it to Twinkle Tail.

(Pretty soon we'll hear the wedding bells tinkling in the forest
dells.)

WEDDING BELLS

Twinkle Tail was delighted to get the little gold ring.

"You must come to the wedding," he said to Ducky Waddles. "It's to be at
five o'clock at my house. Please tell Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle that
they're invited, and ask Goosey Lucy and Turkey Tim to come, too. I'm in
such a hurry I can't wait to see them."

"I'll come," answered Ducky Waddles, "and I won't forget to tell the
Barnyard Folk that they're invited."

"Don't lose the ring," cautioned Little Jack Rabbit, as he and the
little squirrel hurried down the Old Cow Path to the Shady Forest. Just
then they met Mrs. Cow. She was wagging her head back and forth to brush
off the flies and the little bell on her leather collar made a pretty
tinkling sound.

"Let's ask her to come and ring the wedding bells."

"The very thing," laughed Twinkle Tail. "Won't you come to my wedding,
Mrs. Cow? Please do."

"When is it to be?" she asked.

"To-night at five," answered Twinkle Tail, with a blush.

"Pretty near milking-time," explained Mrs. Cow.

"Oh, it won't take long," replied the little rabbit. "Do come, Mrs.
Cow. We want you to ring your bell at th