jimmie wibblewobble was playing marbles with bully, the frog, one day. they had just finished one game, and were beginning another when alice wibblewobble came alone. "jimmie," she said, "mamma wants you."

"what does she want?" asked her brother.

"she wants you to come for a walk in the woods with us. papa is going along. come right away."

"aw, i'd rather play with bully," answered jimmie, but just then his mamma called him, and he had to go. bully hopped off, and jimmie and alice walked home together.

"come, lulu, are you all ready?" asked mrs. wibblewobble, as she saw her other daughter throwing stones in the pond, and making a great splash.

"yes," was the reply, and then jimmie said: "oh, mamma, i don't want to go walking."

"i think you will want to when you know where we are going," said his papa.

"where are we going?"

"to grandpa wibblewobble's."

"oh, goody!" cried lulu and jimmie at once, for they always had a nice time at their grandfather's. so the ducks set off through the woods and over the fields, and every time they came to a bit of water they swam over it as fast as a cat can wash her face.

pretty soon, after awhile, not very long, they came to the pen where grandpa wibblewobble lived with his daughter, miss weezy wibblewobble, who kept house for him.

"ha, i think grandpa has company," said papa wibblewobble, as they came close to the pen and heard talking. "yes, he certainly has." and, sure enough, the old gentleman duck had. and whom do you suppose it was? my uncle wiggily longears, the old gentleman rabbit!

"how is your rheumatism?" asked mrs. wibblewobble of uncle wiggily longears, after they had sat down.

"oh, it doesn't seem to get any better," he answered. "i have carried a piece of horse chestnut in one ear, and a bit of dried potato in the other for ever so long, but nothing seems to do me any good. i am going to have a new doctor soon if i don't get well. oh my, yes, and some pepper hash on bread and butter also! ha! hum! oh my! ouch! and jack and the bean stalk!" uncle wiggily called out that last because his rheumatism hurt so.

well, grandpa wibblewobble gave each of the wibblewobble children some nice sugared corn meal, flavored with sweet flag, peppermint and watercress, and a few snails to eat, and maybe they didn't like them!

"now," said grandpa, "you children go out to play, while we old folks talk about the weather and rheumatism," for you see rheumatism was about all uncle wiggily cared to talk about.

well, the little duck children had a fine time playing around grandpa's house, and now, in about a minute something is going to happen. they had wandered off a little way, and, just as they were resting under some burdock leaves, in the shade, they heard voices talking. and one voice said:

"now i'll go up to the front door of grandpa wibblewobble's house and you go up to the back door. we'll both knock at the same time, and the ducks won't know which door to go to first. then we'll jump in the windows and eat them all up—all up—up! there are some extra fine ducks there to-day."

oh, maybe jimmie and his sisters weren't frightened. they trembled so that the leaves shook as if the wind was blowing them, and when jimmie got a little quiet he looked out, and what do you suppose he saw? why two mean, wicked, sly old foxes, who were getting ready to go to grandpa's house and eat him up, and mamma and papa wibblewobble up, and probably uncle wiggily longears, too; who knows?

"oh, isn't this awful?" asked alice in a whisper. "i am going to faint! i know i am!"

"silly!" said jimmie to her. "don't you dare faint! here, smell of this," and he picked some spearmint, and held it under his sister's nose, which made her feel better.

"we must do something," said lulu. "it will never do to have those bad foxes go to grandpa's house! how can we stop them?"

"let me think," whispered jimmie, quite bravely, and he put his head under his wing, so he could be quiet and think better. "ah, i have it!" he cried out. "come with me, girls!"

so they stepped softly from under the burdock leaves, those three duck children did, and ran to grandpa's house as fast as they could, leaving the bad foxes in the woods. well, you can imagine how surprised all the folks were, even uncle wiggily, when they heard the alarming news which the children told.

"oh, whatever shall we do?" cried weezy wibblewobble.

"i know what i'd do, if it wasn't for my rheumatism!" said uncle wiggily. "i'd bite those foxes, and jump on them, too, but i can't! oh, if nurse jane fuzzy-wuzzy were only here!"

"never mind. i will save you," spoke jimmie. "come now, we must get a lot of stones and some boards. hurry, for the foxes will soon be here."

so the ducks, with uncle wiggily helping them as much as he could, put a board over the front door, and one over the back door, just inside the house. then they piled a lot of stones on the boards and fixed them with strings, so that when the cords were pulled the boards would fall down and the stones would also fall, with a clatter on the head of whoever was at the door.

well, after all this was done, the ducks and uncle wiggily went and hid in the house. then, in a little while, those bad foxes came sneaking along. and, sure enough, one went to the back door and the other to the front door.

they knocked at the same time, just as they had said they would, and papa wibblewobble opened one door and grandpa wibblewobble the other. then just as soon as the doors were opened jimmie, who had hold of the strings that were fast to the boards, pulled them with his bill, and down clattered the stones, rattlety-bang-go-bung-ker-plunk, right on top of the heads of those two bad foxes! oh, how scared they were!

"the house is falling! the house is falling! run away!" cried one fox and they both ran as fast as they could, glad enough to escape, i tell you. now, wasn't that a good trick jimmie played on those bad animals?

i thought so, myself, and so did his grandpa and his papa and mamma, to say nothing of uncle wiggily longears. and that's how the foxes didn't eat up the ducks, and to-morrow night, if the robin sings under my window as sweetly as he did yesterday morning, you shall hear about how aunt lettie came on a visit.