“Save me!  Oh, save me!” he cried, but there didn’t seem to be any way of getting him down, and it began to look as if he would go right up to the sky.

On the ground Lulu and Alice were running here and there, flapping their wings and quacking, and Billie and Johnnie Bushytail were chattering, and as for Sammie Littletail, he made a noise just like a rabbit.  Oh, there was great excitement, I can tell you!

Mr. Cock A. Doodle, the rooster, he came running out, and he crowed as loud as ever he could crow, as if that could do any good.  Then he flapped his wings as hard as he could, and that didn’t do any good, either.  Jimmie kept going farther and farther away.

“Oh, will no one save him?” asked Lulu, crying big tears.

“Wait a minute, I’ll try it!” said Bully, the frog.  “I am a good jumper, and I’ll jump up.  Maybe I can pull the kite down.”  So he jumped up as high as ever he could, but it wasn’t nearly high enough, and Bully came back on the ground, ker-thump, ker-bump! and Jimmie Wibblewobble kept on going up.  Poor Bully hurt his ankle, too, and he was lame for some days.

“Run and tell Grandfather Goosey-Gander,” cried Lulu.  “Maybe he can think up a way of getting Jimmie down.”

So they all ran and told the old gentleman duck, for Mr. and Mrs. Wibblewobble were away that afternoon.  Grandfather Goosey-Gander hurried out, and he squinted up at Jimmie, who looked only about as big as a baby chicken now, he was so far away, and then the Grandfather flapped his wings.

“Nothing can save him!” said Grandfather Goosey-Gander, very solemnly, “Jimmie has gone to the sky!”

Then, oh, how badly Lulu and Alice felt for their little brother! and all the others felt badly, too, for they liked Jimmie.  But don’t get excited now.  All will be well in a very few minutes.  Do not fear.

Bully, the frog, made one more jump, hoping to reach the kite, and pull it down, but he might as well have tried to jump over the moon, which only a hey-diddle-diddle-cat-and-the-fiddle-cow can do.  Well, it looked as if Jimmie was gone for ever, when, all at once, there was a rushing of wings, and who should appear, but a kind fish hawk, that once gave Johnnie and Billie Bushytail a ride on his back.

“I will save Jimmie!” cried the fish hawk.

So he flew up in the air, right to the kite, and, with his strong beak, he tore a hole in the paper to let the air through.  Then the kite came gently down, just like a red balloon, or maybe a blue one, that you get at the circus, and some one sticks a pin in it.  Yes, the kite came gently down, and Jimmie came with it, and that’s how he was saved!

And, maybe he wasn’t glad!  Well, I just guess, and some cornstarch pudding besides!  Of course Peetie and Jackie were very sorry for biting Jimmie’s heels and never did it again.  Now, if I don’t get stung by a bee, I’ll tell you to-morrow night about Alice in a bag.