ng, when
there wasn't any school, "I wish you would go on an errand for me."

"Of course I will, mother," he said. "Do you want me to go to the store
for some lemons, or some sugar?"

"Neither one, Bully. I wish you would go to Mrs. Wibblewobble's house
and tell the nice duck lady I can't come over to-day to help her sew
carpet rags, and piece-out the bedquilt. I have to put away the winter
flannels so the moths won't get in them, and then, too, it is so rainy
and foggy that we couldn't see to sew carpet rags very well. Tell her
I'll be over the first pleasant day."

"Very well," answered Bully, "and may I stay a while and play with
Jimmie Wibblewobble?"

"You may," said his mother, and off Bully hopped all alone, for his
brother Bawly had gone fishing.

It was a very unpleasant day for any one except ducks or frogs. For
sometimes it rained, and when it wasn't rainy it was misty, and moisty,
and foggy. And it was wet all over. The water dripped down off the trees
and bushes, and even the ponds and little brooks were wetter than usual,
for the rain rained into them, and splished and splashed.

But Bully didn't mind, not in the least. Away he hopped in his rubber
suit, that water couldn't hurt, and he felt very fine. Soon he was at
Mrs. Wibblewobble's house, and he delivered the message his mother had
given him.

"And now I'll go play with Jimmie," said Bully. "Where is he, and where
are Lulu and Alice, Mrs. Wibblewobble?"

"Oh! the girls went over to see Grandfather Goosey Gander," replied
their mamma. "As for Jimmie, you'll find him out somewhere on the pond.
But be careful you don't get lost, for the fog is very thick to-day."

"I should think it was," replied Bully as he hopped away, "it's almost
as thick as molasses." Well, pretty soon he came to the edge of the
pond, and in he plumped, and began swimming about.

"Jimmie! Hey, Jimmie! Where are you, Jimmie?" he called.

"Over here, making a water wheel," answered the boy duck, and though the
frog chap couldn't see him, he could tell, by Jimmie's voice, where he
was, and soon he had hopped to the right place.

Well, Bully and Jimmie had a fine time, making the water wheel, that
went splash-splash around in the water. And when they became tired of
playing that, they played water-tag with the water-spiders, and then
they played hop-skip-and-jump, at which game Bully was very good.

"Now let's go up to the house," proposed Jimmie, "and I'm sure mother
wil