did put the clean table cloth on, and she got out the napkins, and opened
a jar of preserved sweet flag root.

"Come on," proposed Lulu, after a bit, "let's go through the woods. Bully,
you show us where you met the queer lady, and maybe we'll see her."

So the four started off, Bully hopping along in front, and pretty soon,
just as they got to the place where the weeping willow tree stands, what
should they hear but a funny noise. It sounded like "Ma-a-a-a-a!" You
know, just like a sheep cries.

"There she is!" exclaimed Bully. "That's just the way she talks. And there
she is! Look! The nice old lady!"

The three Wibblewobble children looked, and what should they see but a big
white goat. She was an old lady goat, and she was walking along with her
basket on her arm, and the things sticking out of her bonnet were her
horns. As soon as she saw the children she called:

"Oh, my dears, can you show me the way to Mrs. Wibblewobble's? I'm afraid
I'm lost!"

"Why, Mrs. Wibblewobble is our mamma," answered Lulu, quickly.

"Oh, my dears! You don't mean it!" cried the goat. "Then you must be my
little nieces and nephew I've heard so much about. But who is this little
green boy? I've seen him before."

"Oh, he's the catcher on our base ball nine," said Jimmie. "He catches the
balls in his mouth. But, who are you, if I may be so bold as to ask?"