didn’t matter how wet he got, for frogs just like water, and they have
on clothes that water doesn’t harm.

So Bully watered all the flowers, and then he sprinkled the dust on the
sidewalk and got a broom, and swept it nice and clean.

“Ha! That’s a good boy!” said Grandpa Croaker, in his deepest voice, as
he hopped out of the yard to go over and play checkers with Uncle
Wiggily Longears. “A very good boy, indeed. Here is a penny for you,”
and he gave Bully a bright, new one.

“I’m going to buy some marbles, as I lost all mine,” said Bully, as he
thanked his Grandpa very kindly and hopped off to the store.

But before Bully had hopped very far he happened to think that his water
bottle was empty, so he stopped at a nice cold spring that he knew of,
beside the road, and filled it—that is, he filled his water bottle, you
know, not the spring.

“For,” said Bully to himself, “I might happen to meet a bad dog, and if
he came at me to bite me I could squirt water in his eyes, almost as
well as if I had a water pistol, and the dog would howl and run away.”

Well, the frog boy hopped along, and pretty soon he came to a store
where the marbles were. He bought a penny’s worth of brown and blue
ones, and then the monkey-doodle, who kept the store, gave him a piece
of candy.

“Now I’ll find some of the boys, and have a game of marbles,” thought
Bully, as he took three big hops and two little ones. Then he hopped