"It was the funny little song that cured me," said Billie. Then he got out
of bed and began frisking around; the doctor went home, and the little
squirrel was all well. After a while Jimmie, Lulu and Alice had to leave,
and they went home, feeling very happy for the good they had done to
Billie Bushytail, for it always makes you feel happy to help some one.
Now, if you promise not to whisper in school next week you shall hear
to-morrow night how Jimmie tried to become a flying machine.

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STORY VI

JIMMIE AS A FLYING MACHINE


One day, I think it must have been about three-and-a-half-quacks past
cornmeal time, there was a great commotion in the yard, and around the
pond where Jimmie Wibblewobble and his two sisters and his papa and mamma
lived. There was a great fluttering in the air, and something, colored in
beautiful tints, flew down and settled on the water with a little splash.

"My goodness, what is that?" asked Alice Wibblewobble, who was easily
frightened. At first no one knew, for, though the creature was shaped just
like a duck, it was not colored like any duck Jimmie had even seen. It was
gold and bronze and green, with little patches of red and blue here and
there, and was a most beautiful creature.