“Let’s see who can swim the fastest!” suddenly called the little boy duck.  “We’ll race over to the other side of the pond,” and he put his head down under the water to get a fine, juicy bit of weed, with some water-cress sauce on it.

“Oh, no,” exclaimed Alice Wibblewobble, “it’s not nice for girl ducks to race,” and she spread out her wings to see how they looked.

“Yes it is,” said Lulu.  “Come on, Jimmie, I’ll race with you.”

So off they started, splashing the water with their yellow, webbed feet, throwing up a little spray, which sparkled in the sunshine, just like baby’s eyes when you come close to her and she laughs at you so cunningly.

On they went, faster and faster and faster, Lulu and Jimmie, while Alice remained behind, to gaze in the water which was just like a looking glass, you know.  Oh, my yes, but please don’t try it, unless the water is very, very shallow.  You see Alice wanted to see if all her feathers were on straight, and they were, believe me, as straight as straight can be.

Well, of course, Jimmie won the race, being a very good swimmer, but Lulu was close behind him, and would have beaten, only one of her legs got caught in a weed.  Now I call that too bad, don’t you?  For I was hoping, all the while, that Lulu would win.  But you never can tell what is going to happen in this world; now can you?  No, indeed.

“Let’s race back again,” proposed Lulu, after she had rested.

“Oh, don’t race any more,” spoke Alice, swimming up just then.  “Let’s walk out on land and see if we can’t find some nice corn meal.  I’m sure it must be almost dinner time, and I just love corn meal.”

“I know something better than that,” suddenly said a quivery-quavery voice, right beside the ducks, and when they looked around who should be there but Mr. Goosey-Gander, the grandfather of all the ducks in the pen.  “I know something better than corn meal, little ones,” he said, and he splashed his wings in the water.

“What is it?” asked Lulu, as quickly as you can shoot a marble into the ring and out again.  “Is it gum drops?”

“No,” answered Grandfather Goosey-Gander, “it is not gum drops.  It is better than that.  It is nice, sweet roots and grasses that grow down under water,” and, with that, what do you think he did?  Why, he stood right up on his head, and reached his bill down beneath the pond, and got some of the nicest grass that ever was.  “There,” said the old gentleman duck, poking up his head, “do as I did, little ones.”

So those three Wibblewobble children did, and pretty soon, Alice and Jimmie had as much as they could eat, and raised their heads.  Then they saw that Lulu still had her bill down under the water.

“She must be getting lots more than we did,” spoke Alice.

“Yes, indeed,” replied Jimmie.  “I wonder how she can hold her breath so long?”

Just then, what should happen but that Lulu began to wave her feet in the air, and she flapped her wings until the spray went up in a regular shower, just like at Asbury Park.