"Let's play acorn tag," said Lulu.

"All right, you're it," answered Jimmie. So they each took an acorn which
they found in the woods and put it in their bills. Then Lulu had to chase
after Jimmie and Alice, and when she touched either one of them with her
wing she had to call out: "You can't run a little bit, I've tagged you,
and now you're it." Yes, that's what she had to call, and she had to do it
without letting the acorn fall out of her bill. Now, if you think that's a
very easy thing to do, just you try it, that's all.

Lulu didn't have much trouble putting her wing on Jimmie or Alice, but,
every time she tried to call out the little verse the acorn would roll out
of her bill and she'd have to start all over again, or it wouldn't have
been fair. So it was some time before she got over being "it," and then it
was Jimmie's turn.

Well, they played acorn tag for quite a while, and, when they got tired of
that they all went in swimming. They swam around in circles, and
criss-crossed and went in squares, and in triangles and all sorts of queer
figures, including eight, nine, ten, which are very difficult figures,
indeed, for little ducks.

While they were swimming away, having lots of fun, and far enough off so
that Grandfather Goosey-Gander could read his paper in peace, who should
come down to the edge of the pond but the rooster. His name was Mr. Cock
A. Doodle, and he was very proud. He walked right down to the edge of the
water, and looked at the ducks. Then he crowed as loud as he could, and
flapped his wings, just as if he were saying: