the roof and eat something.

“Oh, I know how to do it!” cried Bawly at length, when he had jumped
forty-sixteen times. “I’ll tie a string to my baseball, and I’ll throw
the ball up to you. Then you catch it, untie the string, which I’ll keep
hold of on this end, and I’ll tie the rope to the cord. Then you can
haul up the rope, fasten it to the chimney, and slide down.”

“Good!” cried Uncle Wiggily, clapping his front paws together in
delight.

Well, if you’ll believe me, Bawly did tie the string to his baseball and
with one big throw he threw it right up to Uncle Wiggily, who caught it
just as if he were on first base in a game. And then with the little
cord, which reached down to the ground, he pulled up the big rope,
knotted it around the chimney, and down he slid, just in time for
dinner, and he took Bawly home with him and gave him a penny.

Now if it should happen that I don’t lose my watch down the inkwell so I
can see when it’s time for my pussy cat to have his warm soup, I’ll tell
you in the story after this about Bully’s and Bawly’s big jump.




STORY IV

BULLY’S AND BAWLY’S BIG JUMP