Then he dug some more, and, all of a sudden, his shovel went down into
some water, and then Grandpa Croaker knew that the well was almost
finished. He dug out a little more earth, in came more water, wetting
his feet, and then the frog well-digger cried:

“I’ve struck water! I’ve struck water!”

“Hurrah!” shouted Bawly.

“Hurray! Hurray!” exclaimed Bully, and they were so happy that they
danced up and down. Then Sammie Little-Tail and Peetie and Jackie Bow
Wow grew so excited and delighted that they ran off to tell all their
friends about Grandpa Croaker digging a well. That left Bully and Bawly
all alone up at the edge of the big hole in the ground, at the bottom of
which was their grandpa.

“Let’s have another little dance!” suggested Bully.

“No,” replied Bawly, “let’s jump down the well and have a drink of the
new water that hasn’t any fishes in it.”

So, without thinking what they were doing, down they leaped into the
well, almost failing on Grandpa Croaker’s bald head, and carrying down
with them the rope, by which they had been pulling up the pails of dirt.
Into the water they popped, and each one took a big drink.

“Well, now you’ve done it!” cried Grandpa Croaker, as he leaned on his
shovel and looked at his two grandsons.