t right over his head
like a bonnet, and frightened him so that he jumped out of the window
and ran away. And he didn't come back for a week or more. So that's how
Mrs. No-Tail saved Mrs. Longtail.

Now in case the baker man doesn't take the front door bell away to put
it on the rag doll's carriage, I'll tell you next about Bawly and
Arabella Chick.

STORY XIX

BAWLY AND ARABELLA CHICK.

Bawly No-Tail, the frog boy, had been kept in after school one day for
whispering. It was something he very seldom did in class, and I'm quite
surprised that he did it this time.

You see, he was very anxious to play in a ball game, and when teacher
went to the blackboard to draw a picture of a cat, so the pupils could
spell the word better, Bawly leaned over and asked Sammie Littletail,
the rabbit boy, in a whisper:

"Say, Sammie, will you have a game of ball after school?"

Sammie shook his head "yes," but he didn't talk. And the lady mouse
teacher heard Bawly whispering, and she made him stay in. But he was
sorry for it, and promised not to do it again, and so he wasn't kept in
very late.

Well, after a while the nice mouse teacher said Bawly could go, and soon
he was on his way home, and he was wondering if he would meet Sammie or
any of his friends, but he didn't, as they had hurried down to the
vacant lots, where the circus tents were being put up for a show.

"Oh, my, how lonesome it is!" exclaimed Bawly. "I wish I had some one to
play with. I wonder where all the boys are?"

"I don't know where they are," suddenly answered a voice, "but if you
like, Bawly, I will play house with you. I have my doll, and we can have
lots of fun."

Bawly looked around, to make sure it wasn't a wolf or a bad owl trying
to fool him, and there he saw Arabella Chick, the little chicken girl,
standing by a big pie-plant. It wasn't a plant that pies grow on, you
understand, but the kind of plant that mamma makes pies from.

"Don't you want to play house?" asked Arabella, kindly, of Bawly.

"No--no thank you, I--I guess not," answered Bawly, bashfully standing
first on one leg, and then on the other. "I--er--that is--well, you know,
only girls play house," the frog boy said, for, though he liked Arabella
very much, he was afraid that if he played house with her some of his
friends might come along and laugh at him.

"Some boys play house," answered the little chicken girl. "But no
matter. Perhaps you would like to come to the st