rooster would crow and say:

"There goes Jimmie, the boy who scared the rats."

But do you s'pose Jimmie was proud? Not a bit of it. He was just as nice
as ever, and Lulu and Alice thought a lot of him, let me tell you.

Well, one day, Bully, the frog, came over to play with Jimmie. They tossed
a baseball around, Bully catching it in his mouth. All of a sudden the
frog boy cried out:

"Oh, my, I'm so warm, I think I'll jump in the pond and cool off." So he
jumped into the pond just as easily as butter melts on a hot stove, and
when he came up he felt better. Then he said to Jimmie:

"Why don't you dive down under the water the way I do? It's lots of fun."

"I would," answered Jimmie, "only I can't stay under water as you do. I
have to float on top. I can put my head under, to dig in the mud for
snails and sweet, spicy weeds, but I can't get my whole body under."

"I know how you could do it," went on Bully.

"How?" asked Jimmie, and he wobbled his tail so fast you could hardly see
it move.

"Tie a stone around your neck," went on Bully. That will make you sink
under water, and you can then dive as good as I can. Come on, we'll have
some fun."