flying leaps--whom do you suppose? Yes, it was Wrinkled Brown Toad
again. And what do you suppose he held in his ugly jaws? Yes, it was
Lesa's golden comb.

"Oh, there it is! There it is! Oh, I'm so glad, so glad!" cried Lesa.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Where did you find it? I'm sorry I was
cross! I'm sorry I called you stupid and ugly and hobbling! You have
bright eyes. I did not notice them before. Yes, they are really
beautiful, all golden like my comb."

And Lesa bent and stroked Wrinkled Brown Toad on his ugly head; and,
ever after that, they were friends.




BILLY BOBTAIL.

Once upon a time a little boy named Billy Bobtail went to seek his
fortune; and on the road he met a bull.

"Moo, moo, moo!" said the bull. "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"

"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.

"May I go, too?" said the bull.

"No," said Billy Bobtail.

"Yes, I will," said the bull.