up, just like a stick of chewing gum; only you mustn’t ever chew gum in
school, you know.

Well, time went on, and the clock ticked, and Papa No-Tail still slept.
Then a man looked in the window of the wallpaper factory and, seeing no
one there, he thought he would take a roll of paper home with him, to
paste on his little boy’s bedroom.

“The next time I come past here, perhaps some one will be in the
office,” the man said, “and then I can pay them for the paper,” for he
wanted to be very honest, you see. “I’ll get Uncle Butter, the goat, to
paste the paper on the wall for me,” said the man. Then he reached
inside the room, and what do you think? Why he picked up the very piece
of wallpaper that was wrapped around Papa Chip-Chip—Oh, no, excuse me! I
mean Papa No-Tail. Yes, the man picked up that roll, with Bully’s and
Bawly’s papa inside, and away he went with it, and the old gentleman
frog was still sound asleep.

Now this is about the middle of his trouble, just as I said I’d tell
you, but we haven’t gotten to the end yet, though we will in a little
while.

Home that man went, as fast as he could go, and on his way he stopped at
Uncle Butter’s office.

“I have a little wallpapering I want done at my house,” the man said to
the old gentleman goat, “and I wish you’d come right along with me and
do it. I have the paper here.”

“To be sure I will,” said Uncle Butter. So he got his pail of paste, and