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Very slowly he put out his hand, and, reaching through the bars, he stroked Mappo's soft fur. "That's a good chap!" said the sailor. "I believe you are going to be nice after all." "Bur-r-r-r! Wopp!" said Mappo. That meant: "Of course I am!" In a few days the sailor and Mappo were good friends, and one afternoon the sailor opened the cage door and let the monkey out. Then Mappo grew quite excited.
With a whizz the monoplane shot across the ground. Then, with a quick motion, Tom tilted the lifting planes, and, as gracefully as a bird, the little machine mounted upward on a slant until, coming to a level about two hundred feet above the earth, Tom sent it straight ahead over the roof of his house. "How's this, Rad?" he cried. "Isn't it great?" "It it er bur-r-r-r!
"Now we'll try it faster to-day," said the man, after Mappo had been in the circus about a week. "Run, Prince, and give Mappo a fast ride." Off started Prince, almost before Mappo was ready for him. And, just as you might expect, Mappo fell off and rolled over and over in the sawdust. "Chatter-chatter-chat! Bur-r-r-r! Buz-z-z-z-z! Wur-r-r-r-r!" went Mappo, excitedly.
What's your last name? Bur-r-r-r!" "My last name is Wibblewobble, Bad Dog," she replied. "Bur-r-r-r! What are you calling me names for?" he asked, and he showed his teeth something frightful, yes, indeed! Now cuddle up close to me if you want to, and you won't be a bit afraid, because, in a few minutes Lulu is going to be saved in a wonderful way. Just you wait and see.
"That was a close shave!" remarked Jerry, as he released the brake. "I should say yes," agreed Bob. "That was a six-cylinder car. Bur-r-r-r! If she'd hit us " He did not finish, but the boys knew what he meant. They proceeded to the garage, leaving their machine to be repaired.
"Why do you call me names?" asked the dog again. "I I If you please," said Lulu, "I thought you said your name was Bad Dog, sir." "Bur-r-r-r!" cried the dog. "I didn't at all. No matter what my name is. I am a bad dog, however, and I'm proud of it!" Oh, wasn't he the bold, ugly dog, though?
Twistytail did not hear the piggie boy, so no one stopped Flop Ear. Maybe if mamma had known that he had a bonfire she would not have liked it, and I want you children especially you little ones to promise Uncle Wiggily that you will never, never make a fire unless some older person is there to watch you. Fires are very bad, you know and burns Bur-r-r-r! How burns do hurt!
"Bur-r-r-r!" warbled the snail, "Here I am," and he made a grab for the little piggie boy, for he was a very large snail indeed, as big as a dog house. "Look out for my vaccination!" cried Curly. "Don't hit my arm, please." "Oh, what do I care for vaccinations!" cried the snail.
And through it all, the blissful purrs of Paddy, who sat on the window sill behind the Story Girl, resounded through the din like Andrew McPherson's bass "just a bur-r-r-r the hale time." "Well, I'm thankful to be home again" said Aunt Janet, beaming on us. "We had a real nice time, and Edward's folks were as kind as could be. But give me home for a steady thing. How has everything gone?
Then, sitting up in the tree on a high limb, Mappo, as he looked down at the tiger, chattered: "Ha! You didn't get me after all! You didn't catch me! I fooled you! Chatter-chatter-chat! Bur-r-r-r! Wuzzzzzzz! Whir-r-r-r-r-r!"
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