“And here’s mine,” added Johnnie, a little later, as his marble came
down.

“Yes, but where’s mine?” asked Bully, and they all listened carefully to
tell when Bully’s shooter would fall down. But the funny part of it was
that it didn’t come.

“Say, did you throw it up to the sky?” asked Billie surprised like.

“Because, if you did, it won’t come down until Fourth of July,” added
Johnnie.

“No, I didn’t throw it as high as that,” replied the frog boy. “But
perhaps Dickie Chip-Chip, the sparrow boy, is flying around up there,
and he may have taken it in his bill for a joke.”

So they looked up toward the clouds as far as they could, but no little
sparrow boy did they see.

“Well, we’ll have a game of marbles, anyhow,” said Bully at length. “I
have another shooter.”

So he and Billie and Johnnie made a ring in the dirt, and put some
marbles in the centre.

Then they began to play, and Billie shot first, then Johnnie, and last
of all Bully. And all the while the frog boy was wondering what had
happened to his first marble. Now, a very queer thing had happened to
it, and you’ll soon hear all about it.