give us some."

"I don't believe there's any left," spoke Jimmie, "for Bully, the boy
frog, is so fond of it that he eats all he can get."

"Well, we'll go, anyhow," went on Lulu. Just then she heard her mother
calling:

"Jimmie! Lulu! Where are you going?"

"We are going over to see Mrs. Greenie," replied Jimmie.

"Wait for Alice," called Mamma Wibblewobble. "She will go with you. She is
just putting a clean apron on."

"Oh, dear!" cried Lulu. "Why does Alice always make us wait while she
puts on something clean?"

"I suppose," answered Jimmie, and he scratched his bill with his left leg,
"I suppose it is because she wants to look nice."

"Yes," agreed Lulu, with a sort of quacking-sigh, "I suppose I ought to
want to look nice, too; but, somehow I don't--ever. I always seem to be in
such a hurry."

"Maybe you'll change, some day," suggested her brother.

"Maybe," spoke Lulu, and just then Alice came swimming along, looking just
as nice and pretty as do some ducks which are in a picture. They all went
over to see Mrs. Greenie, the old lady frog, who lived down on the bottom