Well, Mamma Wibblewobble arranged for the party.  She did all the baking and got the ice cream ready and made the pies and tarts, and Alice and Lulu sent out the invitations.  They were written on nice little pieces of white birch bark that Johnnie and Billie Bushytail gnawed off the trees for the little duck girls.

Of course, Johnnie and Billie were invited, and so was Sammie Littletail, and Susie and Sister Sallie, and Mr. and Mrs. Bushytail, and Mr. and Mrs. Littletail, and Uncle Wiggily Longears, and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, and Grandfather Goosey-Gander, and Bully, the frog, and the goldfish, and, let me see, who else?  Oh, of course, the fairy prince.  Alice would not have had him left out for anything.

Alice and Lulu had their best hair ribbons on and their new dresses, and were all dressed up for the party nearly an hour before it was time.  Jimmie got ready, too.  That is, he put on a clean collar and a new, red necktie, and he looked very nice.  But he really didn’t care much about the party.  He said he and the boys would go off by themselves and talk about baseball.

“No,” said his mother, “you must not do that.  I want you and the boys to entertain the little girls.  Be nice, now, Jimmie.”

So Jimmie said he would, and pretty soon the company began to come.  Bully, the frog, hopped along first, and right after him came Grandfather Goosey-Gander, and, would you believe me, he never said a word about Jimmie breaking his window that time.

“We are very glad to see you,” said Alice and Lulu, as they stood at the front door to receive their friends.  Aunt Lettie, the nice old lady goat, was also there, and as the guests came up, she called out: 

“Now, girls, walk right in the bedroom and put your things on the bed.  You boys take your things in Jimmie’s room.”  Oh, it was a real party, let me tell you.

Uncle Wiggily was the last to arrive, and you know why that was.  It was because his rheumatism hurt him so.  But he finally got there, and then the party was complete; that is, all but the fairy prince, and even the goldfish didn’t know what had become of him.

First the boys all stayed on one side of the room and the girls on the other, but when Alice said, “Let’s play spin the platter,” they all cried out, “Oh, yes, let’s do it.”  And they used one of Mamma Wibblewobble’s dishes for the platter, and didn’t break it a bit.  Jimmie was “it” part of the time, and so was Johnnie Bushytail.

“Now let’s play going to Jerusalem,” proposed Lulu, and they did, Grandfather Goosey-Gander whistling through his bill, just like a fife, to make the music.  Then they played blind-duck-bluff, and post-office and clap-in clap-out, and forfeits and, oh, such lots of games that I can hardly remember them.  Oh, yes, there was one more, puss in the corner, and whom do you suppose was the puss?  Why the little kittie; Lulu’s little kittie, you know, that Aunt Lettie thought had come from the pussy-willows.