e where there are no mosquitoes."

Well, that night the same thing happened. Along about 1 o'clock Bully
felt some one pulling him out of bed, and he cried, and his mamma came
with a light, and there was another mosquito, twice as big as before,
with a long sharp bill, and long, dingly-dangly legs, and buzzy-uzzy
wings, just skeddadling out of the window.

"There! They've bitten another hole in the screen!" cried Mrs. No-Tail.
"Oh, this is getting terrible!"

"I'll put double screens on to-morrow," said Papa No-Tail, and he did.
But would you believe it? Those mosquitoes still came. The big ones
couldn't make their way through the two nets, but lots of the little
ones came in. One would manage to get his head through the wire, and
then all his friends would push and pull on him until he was inside,
then another would wiggle in, and that's how they did it. Then they went
and hid down cellar, until they grew big enough to bite.

And, though these mosquitoes couldn't pull Bully and Bawly out of bed,
for the pestiferous insects weren't strong enough, they nipped the frog
boys all over, until their legs and arms and faces and noses and ears
smarted and burned terribly, and their mamma had to put witch hazel and
talcum powder on the bites.

"I can see that we'll soon have to get away from here," said Papa
No-Tail, one morning, when the mosquitoes had been very bad and
troublesome in the night. "They come right through the screens," he
said. "Now we'll hop off to the mountains or seashore, where there are
no mosquitoes."

"Don't you s'pose Bully and I could sit up some night and kill them with
our bean shooters?" said Bawly.

"You may try," said his papa. So the two frog boys tried it that night.
They sat up real late, and they shot at several mosquitoes that came in,
and they hit some. And then Bully and Bawly fell asleep, and the first
thing you know the mosquitoes buzzing outside heard them snoring, and
they bit a big hole right through the double screen this time, and were
just pulling Bully and Bawly out of bed, when the frog boys' mamma heard
them crying, and came with the lamp, scaring the savage insects away.

"There is no use talking!" said Papa No-Tail. "We will hop off in the
morning. We'll say good-by to this place."

So the next morning the frogs packed up, and they sent word to all their
friends that they were going to take their farewell hop to the
mountains, where there were no more mosquitoes.

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