and Bawly can help you, as it will be Saturday and there is no school.”

Well, the next morning Grandpa Croaker started in. He marked a nice
round circle on the ground in the back yard, because he wanted a round
well, and not a square one, you see; and then he began to dig. At first
there was nothing for Bully and Bawly to do, as when he was near the top
of the well their Grandpa could easily throw the dirt out himself. But
when he had dug down quite a distance it was harder work, to toss up the
dirt, so Grandpa Croaker told the boys to get a rope, and a hook and
some pails.

The hook was fastened to one end of the rope, and then a pail was put on
the hook. Then the pail was lowered into the well, down to where Grandpa
Croaker was working. He filled the pail with dirt, and Bully and Bawly
hauled it up and emptied it.

“Oh, this is lots of fun!” exclaimed Bully, as he and his brother pulled
on the rope. “It’s as much fun as playing baseball.”

“I think so, too,” agreed Bawly. Then Sammie Littletail, the rabbit boy,
came along, and so did Peetie and Jackie Bow Wow, the puppy dogs. They
wanted to help pull up the dirt, so Bully and Bawly let them after
Sammie had given the frog brothers a nice marble, and Peetie and Jackie
each a stick of chewing gum.

Grandpa Croaker kept on digging the well, and the frog boys and their
friends pulled up the dirt, and pretty soon the hole in the ground was
so deep and dark that, by looking up straight, from down at the bottom
of it, the old gentleman frog could see the stars, and part of the moon,
in the sky, even if it was daylight.