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crabs in the water today？〃
The old Alligator was hidden down in the mud at the bottom of the river； and when he heard what the little Jackal said； he thought； 〃Aha！ I'll pretend to be a little crab； and when he puts his paw in； I'll make my dinner of him。〃 So he stuck the black end of his snout above the water and waited。
The little Jackal took one look； and then he said；
〃Thank you； Mr。 Alligator！ Kind Mr。 Alligator！ You are EXCEEDINGLY kind to show me where you are！ I will have dinner elsewhere。〃 And he ran away like the wind。
The old Alligator foamed at the mouth； he was so angry； but the little Jackal was gone。
For two whole weeks the little Jackal kept away from the river。 Then； one day he got a feeling inside him that nothing but crabs could satisfy； he felt that he must have at least one crab。 Very cautiously； he went down to the river and looked all around。 He saw no sign of the old Alligator。 Still； he did not mean to take any chances。 So he stood quite still and began to talk to himself；it was a little way he had。 He said；
〃When I don't see any little crabs on the shore； or sticking up out of the water； I usually see them blowing bubbles from under the water； the little bubbles go PUFF； PUFF； PUFF； and then they go POP； POP； POP； and they show me where the little juicy crabs are； so I can put my paw in and catch them。 I wonder if I shall see any little bubbles to…day？〃
The old Alligator； lying low in the mud and weeds； heard this； and he thought； 〃Pooh！ THAT'S easy enough； I'll just blow some little crab…bubbles； and then he will put his paw in where I can get it。〃
So he blew； and he blew； a mighty blast； and the bubbles rose in a perfect whirlpool； fizzing and swirling。
The little Jackal didn't have to be told who was underneath those bubbles： he took one quick look； and off he ran。 But as he went； he sang；
〃Thank you； Mr。 Alligator！ Kind Mr。 Alligator！ You are the kindest Alligator in the world； to show me where you are； so nicely！ I'll breakfast at another part of the river。〃
The old Alligator was so furious that he crawled up on the bank and went after the little Jackal； but； dear； dear； he couldn't catch the little Jackal； he ran far too fast。
After this； the little Jackal did not like to risk going near the water； so he ate no more crabs。 But he found a garden of wild figs； which were so good that he went there every day； and ate them instead of shell…fish。
Now the old Alligator found this out； and he made up his mind to have the little Jackal for supper； or to die trying。 So he crept； and crawled； and dragged himself over the ground to the garden of wild figs。 There he made a huge pile of figs under the biggest of the wild fig trees； and hid himself in the pile。
After a while the little Jackal came dancing into the garden； very happy and care…free；BUT looking all around。 He saw the huge pile of figs under the big fig tree。
〃H…m；〃 he thought； 〃that looks singularly like my friend； the Alligator。 I'll investigate a bit。〃
He stood quite still and began to talk to himself；it was a little way he had。 He said；
〃The little figs I like best are the fat； ripe； juicy ones that drop off when the breeze blows； and then the wind blows them about on the ground； this way and that； the great heap of figs over there is so still that I think they must be all bad figs。〃
The old Alligator； underneath his fig pile； thought；
〃Bother the suspicious little Jackal； I shall have to make these figs roll about； so that he will think the wind moves them。〃 And straightway he humped himself up and moved； and sent the little figs flying；and his back showed through。
The little Jackal did not wait for a second look。 He ran out of the garden like the wind。 But as he ran he called back；
〃Thank you； again； Mr。 Alligator； very sweet of you to show me where you are； I can't stay to thank you as I should like： good…by！〃
At this the old Alligator was beside himself with rage。 He vowed that he would have the little Jackal for supper this time； come what might。 So he crept and crawled over the ground till he came to the little Jackal's house。 Then he crept and crawled inside； and hid himself there in the house； to wait till the little Jackal should come home。
By and by the little Jackal came dancing home； happy and care…free；BUT looking all around。 Presently； as he came along； he saw that the ground was all scratched up as if something very heavy had been dragged over it。 The little Jackal stopped and looked。
〃What's this？ what's this？〃 he said。
Then he saw that the door of his house was crushed at the sides and broken； as if something very big had gone through it。
〃What's this？ What's this？〃 the little Jackal said。 〃I think I'll investigate a little！〃
So he stood quite still and began to talk to himself （you remember； it was a little way he had）； but loudly。 He said；
〃How strange that my little House doesn't speak to me！ Why don't you speak to me； little House？ You always speak to me； if everything is all right； when I come home。 I wonder if anything is wrong with my little House？〃
The old Alligator thought to himself that he must certainly pretend to be the little House； or the little Jackal would never come in。 So he put on as pleasant a voice as he could （which is not saying much） and said；
〃Hullo； little Jackal！〃
Oh！ when the little Jackal heard that； he was frightened enough； for once。
〃It's the old Alligator；〃 he said； 〃and if I don't make an end of him this time he will certainly make an end of me。 What shall I do？〃
He thought very fast。 Then he spoke out pleasantly。
〃Thank you； little House；〃 he said； 〃it's good to hear your pretty voice； dear little House； and I will be in with you in a minute； only first I must gather some firewood for dinner。〃
Then he went and gathered firewood； and more firewood； and more firewood； and he piled it all up solid against the door and round the house； and then he set fire to it！
And it smoked and burned till it smoked that old Alligator to smoked herring！
THE LARKS IN THE CORNFIELD
There was once a family of little Larks who lived with their mother in a nest in a cornfield。 When the corn was ripe the mother Lark watched very carefully to see if there were any sign of the reapers' coming； for she knew that when they came their sharp knives would cut down the nest and hurt the baby Larks。 So every day； when she went out for food； she told the little Larks to look and listen very closely to everything that went on； and to tell her all they saw and heard when she came home。
One day when she came home the little Larks were much frightened。
〃Oh； Mother； dear Mother；〃 they said； 〃you must move us away to…night！ The farmer was in the field to…day； and he said； ‘The corn is ready to cut； we must call in the neighbors to help。' And then he told his son to go out to…night and ask all the neighbors to come and reap the corn to…morrow。〃
The mother Lark laughed。 〃Don't be frightened；〃 she said； 〃if he waits for his neighbors to reap the corn we shall have plenty of time to move； tell me what he says to…morrow。〃
The next night the little Larks were quite trembling with fear； the moment their mother got home they cried out； 〃Mother； you must surely move us to…night！ The farmer came to…day and said； ‘The corn is getting too ripe； we cannot wait for our neighbors； we must ask our relatives to help us。' And then he called his son and told him to ask all the uncles and cousins to come to…morrow and cut the corn。 Shall we not move to…night？〃
〃Don't worry；〃 said the mother Lark； 〃the uncles and cousins have plenty of reaping to do for themselves； we'll not move yet。〃
The third night； when the mother Lark came home； the baby Larks said； 〃Mother； dear； the farmer came to the field to…day； and when he looked at the corn he was quite angry； he said； ‘This will never do！ The corn is getting too ripe； it's no use to wait for our relatives； we shall have to cut this corn ourselves。' And then he called his son and said； ‘Go out to…night and hire reapers； and to…morrow we will begin to cut。'〃
〃Well；〃 said the mother； 〃that is another story； when a man begins to do his own business； instead of asking somebody else to do it； things get done。 I will move you out to…night。〃
A TRUE STORY ABOUT A GIRL
Once there were four little girls who lived in a big； bare house； in the country。 They were very poor； but they had the happiest times you ever heard of； because they were very rich in everything except just money。 They had a wonderful； wise father； who knew stories to tell； and who taught them their lessons in such a beautiful way that it was better than play； they had a lovely； merry； kind mother； who was never too tired to help them work or watch them play； and they had all the great green country to play in。 There were dark； shadowy woods； and fields of flowers； and a river。 And there was a big barn。
One of the little girls was named Louisa。 She was very pretty； and ever so strong； she could run for miles through the woods and not get tired。 And she had a splendid brain in her little head； it liked study； and it thought interesting thoughts all d