“Well, I never heard tell of such a thing in all my life! Never!” exclaimed the goat, when the frog gentleman told him all about it. Then Uncle Butter pasted the paper on the wall, and Papa No-Tail hopped home, and that’s the end of the story, just as I promised it would be.
Now in case the pussy cat doesn’t wash the puppy dog’s face with the cork from the ink bottle and make his nose black, I’ll tell you on the next page about Bully playing marbles.
STORY VII
BULLY NO-TAIL PLAYS MARBLES
It happened one day that, as Bully No-Tail, the frog boy, was walking along with his bag of marbles going clank-clank in his pocket, he met Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrels.
“Hello, Bully!” called the two brothers. “Do you want to have a game of marbles?”
“Of course I do,” answered Bully. “I just bought some new ones. ‘First shot agates!’”
“First shot!” yelled Billie, right after Bully.