STORY VII

LULU AND THE GOLD FISH


Well, here we are again, after a rest over night, and all ready for
another story, I suppose. Let me see, it was to be about the fairy prince
and Alice Wibblewobble--no, hold on there, I'm wrong. I know it. Lulu and
the gold fish; to be sure! Well, here we go. Now, of course, I could make
this about the fairy prince--in fact, he has something to do with this
story--but as the gold fish has more, I put her name at the top.

Lulu Wibblewobble, the little duck girl, who could throw stones almost as
straight as a boy, was swimming around the pond near the pen where she
lived. It was a nice, warm, sunshiny day, and Lulu wanted to do something,
but she didn't just know what. Jimmie, her brother, was off playing with
Bully, the frog, and Alice, her sister, was straightening out her feathers
in the back parlor bedroom, where a piece of tin could be used for a
looking glass.

All at once Lulu's mamma called to her:

"Lulu, I want you to go to the store to get some acorn meal and a yeast
cake. I am going to set bread to-night. Hurry, now, that's a good girl."

"All right, mamma," answered Lulu, and she steered herself around, just
like a motorboat in the water, and started for the store, paddling as hard
as she could.

She had not gone very far, with the little ripples and waves chasing each