"Silly!" said Jimmie to her. "Don't you dare faint! Here, smell of this,"
and he picked some spearmint, and held it under his sister's nose, which
made her feel better.

"We must do something," said Lulu. "It will never do to have those bad
foxes go to grandpa's house! How can we stop them?"

"Let me think," whispered Jimmie, quite bravely, and he put his head under
his wing, so he could be quiet and think better. "Ah, I have it!" he cried
out. "Come with me, girls!"

So they stepped softly from under the burdock leaves, those three duck
children did, and ran to grandpa's house as fast as they could, leaving
the bad foxes in the woods. Well, you can imagine how surprised all the
folks were, even Uncle Wiggily, when they heard the alarming news which
the children told.

"Oh, whatever shall we do?" cried Weezy Wibblewobble.

"I know what I'd do, if it wasn't for my rheumatism!" said Uncle Wiggily.
"I'd bite those foxes, and jump on them, too, but I can't! Oh, if Nurse
Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy were only here!"

"Never mind. I will save you," spoke Jimmie. "Come now, we must get a lot
of stones and some boards. Hurry, for the foxes will soon be here."

So the ducks, with Uncle Wiggily helping them as much as he could, put a
board over the front door, and one over the back door, just inside the
house. Then they piled a lot of stones on the boards and fixed them with