the matter was, she just took out her purse and said:

"I'll pay for the window which Jimmie broke. I am rich, and I'll never
miss the money. Boys and girls must have some fun."

"Fine!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'm the umpire and I say that's just fine."

Now, wasn't that kind of Aunt Lettie? Well, I guess so! Then the game went
on, and Billie and Johnnie Bushytail won, but no more windows were broken.
Now, if we don't get an April shower to-morrow, you shall hear, in the
next story, to-morrow night, about how the duck's pen caught fire, and who
put it out.




STORY XVI

THE WIBBLEWOBBLE HOME ON FIRE


After the ball game, which I told you about last night, all the players,
and those who had looked on, and Uncle Wiggily, the umpire, started for
home. On the way they talked of how kind Aunt Lettie was.

"She's the kindest person I have ever known," said Uncle Wiggily, as he
limped along on his crutch that Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy had gnawed out of a
cornstalk for him. "She is very--Oh dear! Oh me! Oh my! Oh
disproportionability! Wow! Ouch! My rheumatism again!" and it hurt him so
he had to stand still and waggle his ears as hard as ever he could. Then