strings, so that when the cords were pulled the boards would fall down and
the stones would also fall, with a clatter on the head of whoever was at
the door.

Well, after all this was done, the ducks and Uncle Wiggily went and hid in
the house. Then, in a little while, those bad foxes came sneaking along.
And, sure enough, one went to the back door and the other to the front
door.

They knocked at the same time, just as they had said they would, and Papa
Wibblewobble opened one door and Grandpa Wibblewobble the other. Then just
as soon as the doors were opened Jimmie, who had hold of the strings that
were fast to the boards, pulled them with his bill, and down clattered
the stones, rattlety-bang-go-bung-ker-plunk, right on top of the heads of
those two bad foxes! Oh, how scared they were!

"The house is falling! The house is falling! Run away!" cried one fox and
they both ran as fast as they could, glad enough to escape, I tell you.
Now, wasn't that a good trick Jimmie played on those bad animals?

I thought so, myself, and so did his grandpa and his papa and mamma, to
say nothing of Uncle Wiggily Longears. And that's how the foxes didn't eat
up the ducks, and to-morrow night, if the robin sings under my window as
sweetly as he did yesterday morning, you shall hear about how Aunt Lettie
came on a visit.




STORY XIII