So you see it was a good thing Neddie fell into the flour barrel and got all white after all, as it scared away the bad lion. And next, if the horsie doesn’t jump out of his picture frame on the wall, and run over my typewriter with the pony cart, I’ll tell you about Neddie in the snowbank.
STORY XXV
NEDDIE IN A SNOWBANK
“Mamma,” said Neddie Stubtail, the little boy bear, as he got up from the supper table one evening, “may I go over to Sammie Littletail’s house to-night?”
“What for?” asked Mrs. Stubtail.
“Oh, we’re going to play with his magic lantern,” answered Neddie. “We’re going to show some funny pictures. All the boys are going to be there.”
“Oh, I wish I could go,” cried Beckie, the little girl bear, as she looked to see if her green hair ribbon had turned pink. But it had not, I am sorry to say.
“Pooh! You wouldn’t want to be the only girl there,” spoke Neddie.
“Oh, yes, I would,” exclaimed Beckie. “I like boys better than I do girls,” and she wasn’t at all bashful-like as she said that. Some girls are that way, you know.
“Well, maybe I’ll take you some other night,” said Neddie. “But may I go over this evening, mamma?”
“Well, I guess so,” answered the lady bear, slowly. “But first you must study your school lessons.”