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Updated: June 8, 2025
“Well, we’ll try,” said Bully. “We’ll see who can first swim to the other side of the pond, and whoever does it will get a stick of peppermint candy.” “Where can we get the candy?” asked Bawly. “Have you got it? For if you have I wish you’d give me a bite before we jump in the water, Bully.” “No, I haven’t it,” replied his brother. “But I know Grandpa Croaker will give it to us after the race.
“I know it, but I’m going to hunt mosquitoes, not blackberries. I’m going to kill all I can with my bean shooter, and then there won’t be so many to bite the dear little babies this summer. Don’t you want to come along?” asked Bawly. “I would if I had a bean shooter,” answered Bully. “Perhaps I’ll go some other time.
Well, Bawly got to school all right, before any of the other children did, and he put the flowers on teacher’s desk, and he wrote a little note, saying: “Dear teacher, I’m sorry I whispered, but I’m going to help you to-day, and not talk.” And Bawly didn’t. It was quite hard in school that day, but at last it was over.
Then Bawly thought of his peanuts, and he threw a handful of them at the church bell in the steeple, making it ring like an alarm clock, and the janitor, who was sweeping out the church for Sunday, heard the bell, and he looked up and saw the frog on the steeple.
“Oh, I guess you’d better let them go,” spoke up Grandpa Croaker in his deepest, rumbling voice. “I—I think I can spare the time to look after them. I don’t really want to go, you know, as I was going to play a game of checkers with Uncle Wiggily Longears, but I guess I can take the boys to the circus. Ahem!” “Oh, goody!” cried Bawly, jumping up and down.
But now I’m going to tell you what happened to Bawly. He was hopping along, carrying the lemons, when all at once he heard some one calling to him: “Hello, little frog, are you a good jumper?” Bawly looked all around, and there right by a great, big stone he saw a savage, ugly fox.
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.
Wolf?” “Let me see the cookie,” spoke the savage creature. So Bully reached in his pocket, and took out the piece of cookie that he was saving for Bawly. He knew Bawly would only be too glad to have the wolf take it, if he let his brother Bully go. But, would you ever believe it?
So he stretched out on the bank of the pond, and reached his front leg down into the water as far as it would go, but he couldn’t touch the corn, for it was scattered out of the basket, all over the floor, or bottom, of the pond. “That will never do!” cried Bawly. “I guess I’ll have to dive down for that corn.” “Dive down!” exclaimed Arabella. “Oh, if you dive down under water you’ll get all wet.
“I guess you do,” thought Bawly. “You like them too much. I’ll keep well away from you.” “But what I want to know,” continued the fox, “is whether you are a good jumper, Bawly.” “Yes, I am—pretty good,” said the frog boy. “Could you jump over this stone?” asked the fox, slyly, pointing to a little one. “Easily,” said Bawly, and he did it, lemons and all.
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