nd the painter monkey didn't mind
about the paint that was spilled, and Mrs. Pigg didn't mind about
Brighteyes's dress being spoiled, and they all thought Grandpa Croaker
was as kind as he could be, and he didn't mind because his cane was
colored pink, where he fished out the little guinea pig girl with it. So
everybody was happy.

Now in case our cat doesn't fall into the red paint pot and then go to
sleep on my typewriter paper and make it look blue, I'll tell you next
about Papa No-Tail and Nannie Goat.

STORY XXII

PAPA N

One morning, bright and early, Papa No-Tail, the frog gentleman, started
for the wallpaper factory where he worked at making patterns on the
paper by dipping his feet in the different colored inks and jumping up
and down. And when he got there he saw, standing outside the factory,
the man who made the engines go, and this man said:

"There is no work to-day for you, Mr. No-Tail."

"Ah ha! What is the matter?" asked Bully's papa.

"That bad Pelican bird came again in the night and chewed up all the
ink," said the engine man. "So you may have a vacation until we get some
more ink."

"This is very unexpected--very," spoke Papa No-Tail. "But I will enjoy
myself. I'll go take a nice long hop, and perhaps I will see something I
can bring home to Bully and Bawly." So off he started, and he had no
more idea what was going to happen to him than you have what you're
going to get for next Christmas.

Papa No-Tail was hopping along, thinking what a fine day it was when,
all of a sudden, he came to a place in the woods where there were some
nice flowers.

"Ha! I will take these home to my wife," thought Mr. No-Tail, as he
picked the pretty blossoms. Then he hopped on some more, and he came to
a place where there were some nice round stones, as white as milk.

"Ah! I will take these home for Bully and Bawly to play marbles with,"
said the frog papa. Then he hopped on a little farther and he came to a
place in the woods where was growing a nice big stick with a crooked
handle.

"Ho! I will take that home to Grandpa Croaker for a cane that he can use
when he gets tired of carrying the one with the pink paint on it," spoke
Mr. No-Tail, and he pulled up the cane-stick, and went on with that and
the flowers and the round white stones, as white as molasses--Oh, there I
go again! I mean milk, of course.

Well, it was still quite early, and as he hopped along through the woods
Papa No-Tail hea