“It looks just like the green meadow where I live,” went on Mooleyooly, “with buttercups, and daisies, and ragged sailor flowers and some red poppies growing in it.  Oh, very fine, indeed.  Why, those flowers are real!” exclaimed the cow, looking carefully at the new bonnet under the big leaf.

“Of course,” cried Alice, “certainly they are real.”

“Better and better!” went on Mooleyooly.  “Most delightful, I am sure!” Then, oh, how sorry I feel that I have to tell it—­then, if that brown cow didn’t start right in and eat up Alice’s new bonnet!

Yes, sir, every single bit, down to a bunch of green grass that looked so pretty on it.  She ate it all up at one mouthful, before Alice could cry out “stop” or “halt” or “cease” or any words like that.  Well, of course, Alice cried.  Wouldn’t you, boys and girls—­I mean, of course, you girls—­have done the same?  Well, I guess so!

Then, when the cow saw how sorry Alice felt, Mooleyooly felt badly, too, and she cried great big tears until you would have thought it was raining harder then ever.  Then, being a good cow, Mooleyooly promised to get Alice a new bonnet, which she did, made of the finest straw in the stable.

So Alice had a hat for Sunday after all, even if one was eaten up by mistake.  Well, pretty soon it stopped raining and Alice went home with the bonnet the cow gave her, and Mamma Wibblewobble said it was even better than the one she had bought.  Now, wasn’t that rather odd?  I thought so, myself.

To-morrow night if you do not sneeze, I hope to have the pleasure of telling you how Jimmie Wibblewobble almost fell over the waterfall; but don’t let that alarm you the least bit, for he was saved in a most wonderful way.

STORY IV

JIMMIE AND THE WATERFALL

It was such a nice day that Mr. and Mrs. Wibblewobble decided to go visiting, as they had an invitation to call on Mrs. Greenie, the frog lady who lived at the end of the pond.  So the two ducks, after seeing that the pen was in order, and the windows nice and clean, in case any company should call on them while they were out, started off, swimming very slowly, for they had their best clothes on and did not want to splash water on them.

“Now, I hope you children will be good,” called Mamma Wibblewobble to Jimmie and Lulu and Alice.  “Don’t get into any mischief and we’ll be back at supper time.”

“We’ll be good,” promised Alice, but Jimmie and Lulu didn’t say anything, though, of course they meant to be good also.  Only, sometimes, you know how it is, just when you want to be good and make no trouble something is sure to happen; that is, most always.  Well, that’s the way it was this time.

The papa and mamma ducks hadn’t been gone more than half an hour before Jimmie thought of something to do.  Of course, he didn’t know it was mischief but it was, all the same.