steamboat, or a mill wheel, that I’m making.”

“And where are you going to get the water to make it go ‘round?” asked
Dickie.

“Down by the pond,” answered Bully. “I know a little place where the
water falls down over the rocks, and I’m going to fasten a wooden wheel
there, and it will whizz around very fast!”

“Does the water hurt itself when it falls down over the rocks?” asked
Dickie Chip-Chip. “Once I fell down over a little stone, and I hurt
myself quite badly.”

“Oh, no, water can’t hurt itself,” spoke Bully, as he made a lot more
shavings. “There, the wheel is almost done. Don’t you want to see it go
‘round, Dickie?”

The little sparrow boy said that he did, so he and the frog started off
together for the pond. Dickie hopping along on the ground, and Bully
flying through the air.

What’s that? I’m wrong? Oh, yes, excuse me. I see where I made the
mistake. Of course, Dickie flew through the air, and Bully hopped along
on the ground. Now we’re all straight.

Well, pretty soon they came to the pond and to the little place where
the water fell over the rocks and didn’t hurt itself, and there Bully
fastened his water-wheel, which was nearly as large as he was, and quite
heavy. He fixed it so that the water would drop on the wooden paddles
that stuck out like the spokes of the baby carriage wheels, and in a