auto horn! Will you let me take him?"

"I guess so," answered the other man. "But please do not frighten him, as
he is very little."

The man who owned the auto said he would be careful, and he went over to
where Jimmie was, and picked him right up.

Now I should have thought that Jimmie would have been frightened, but he
wasn't a bit, no, would you believe me, not a bit. So the man took him and
put him on the seat and started off in the auto. Jimmie knew exactly what
to do. Every time he came to a crossing he "quack-quacked" as loudly as he
could, without being told, and he did the same thing whenever he saw a
person in the way of the big machine.

Oh, what a fine ride he had in the auto, and how proud he was! Not too
proud, you know, but just proud enough. Well, as true as I'm telling you,
if Jimmie wasn't as good an auto horn as one could wish. Not a single
accident happened when he was on the seat, "quack-quacking" away, and when
the man went to a store and got his regular horn, with the rubber handle
to it, why, he brought Jimmie right back to the pond.

Now, wasn't that quite an adventure? All the other ducks thought so
anyhow. To-morrow night, if you do not slam the door, you shall hear about
Alice Wibblewobble's new bonnet.




STORY III