“A little,” said Bully, turning a somersault to get over being
frightened.

“Well, I didn’t mean to, and I won’t do it again. But now that you are
out of school, come on, let’s go have a game of ball. It’ll be lots of
fun,” went on Bawly.

So the two brothers hopped off, and found Billie and Johnnie Bushytail,
the squirrels, and Sammie Littletail, the rabbit boy, and some other
animal friends, and they had a fine game, and Bawly made a home run.

Now, about this same time, Grandpa Croaker, the nice old gentleman frog,
was hopping along through the cool, shady woods, and he was wondering
what Mrs. No-Tail would have good for supper.

“I hope she has scrambled watercress with sugar on top,” thought
Grandpa, and just then he felt a drop of rain on his back. The sun had
suddenly gone under a cloud, and the water was coming down as fast as it
could, for April showers bring May flowers, you know. Grandpa Croaker
looked up, and, as he did so a drop of rain fell right in his eye! But
bless you! He didn’t mind that a bit. He just hopped out where he could
get all wet, for he had on his rubber clothes, and he felt as happy as
your dollie does when she has on her new dress and goes for a ride in
the park. Frogs love water.

The rain came down harder and harder and the water was running about,
all over in the woods, playing tag, and jumping rope, and everything
like that, when, all at once, Grandpa Croaker heard a little voice
crying: