the drops of water scattered from his shaggy sides all over the blaze,
just like a rain storm. And the fire was partly out.

Then he ran down again and got all wet and shook himself, and scattered
some more water over the fire. And that fire was pretty nearly out.

Then for the third time that dog, Nero, ran down into the water and got
all soaking wet, and scattered the drops over the blaze, like two showers
and a half. And then that fire was all completely out! Oh, wasn't he a
good dog, though?

Well, the house wasn't burned so much after all, and the ducks could go
back into it. And maybe they weren't thankful to Nero, but he only said:

"Ah, you should have watched me gnaw bones when I was a young dog. That
was a sight worth seeing." But I think it was great for him to put out
the fire, don't you? Now, to-morrow night's story, providing my automobile
doesn't hit a balloon, will be about how the fairy prince was caught.




STORY XVII

HOW THE FAIRY PRINCE WAS CAUGHT


Aunt Lettie, the nice old lady goat, wanted Lulu and Alice and Jimmie to
have a good time, so one day she fixed them up a basket of lunch to take
off in the woods and eat. She made some jam tarts--oh, such lovely, flaky