<h2><SPAN name="STORY_XXVIII" id="STORY_XXVIII" ></SPAN>STORY XXVIII</h2>
<h3>JIMMIE AND JACKIE BOW WOW</h3>
<p>When Alice reached the duckpen that night, after she had gone visiting
Sister Sallie, and was brought home by the puppy dogs, she told her folks
all about it.</p>
<p>"Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow, eh?" remarked Jimmie, her brother, when she
had told their names. "I never heard of them. They must be new around
here."</p>
<p>"They are," answered Alice. "But they are just as cute as they can be;
really they are."</p>
<p>"Cute, eh?" asked Jimmie. "Can they play ball?"</p>
<p>"I don't know," replied his sister. "But you ought to see them pull on
that old boot and the bone! Oh, it was too funny!"</p>
<p>"And they took good care of you, didn't they," asked Lulu.</p>
<p>"Indeed, they did," answered Alice. "They weren't afraid of anything, even
when an owl hooted."</p>
<p>So the next day, which was Saturday, when there wasn't any school, Jimmie
started off with his wooden bat over his shoulder, his catching glove
under one wing and his ball under the other.</p>
<p>"Where are you going?" asked his mother.</p>
<p>"I'm going over to Mrs. Bow Wow's house to see if I can find the puppy
dogs," he said. "I want to get acquainted with them."</p>
<p>"All right, Jimmie, but be sure to wipe your feet if you go in Mrs. Bow
Wow's house, and don't forget to take off your cap and say 'yes, ma'am,'
and 'no, ma'am,' Jimmie."</p>
<p>"S'posin' she doesn't ask me anything?" inquired Jimmie. "What'll I say?"</p>
<p>"Well, then, of course, you needn't say anything; but be polite," warned
the little boy duck's mother, for sometimes he forgot, though he didn't
mean to.</p>
<p>Well, he was walking along through the woods, and over the green fields
where the dandelions were just coming up, looking like buttons on a
policeman's coat, if the policeman's coat was green instead of blue, and I
think green would be a nice color. But no matter about that.</p>
<p>Jimmie was walking along, when, all of a sudden, he heard a little growl.
At first he thought it was the bad fox after him again, but in a moment he
saw a little black ball of fur rolling along, and then he saw a little
white spot, and he thought that might be Sammie Littletail, only he knew
the rabbit boy never growled. Then, all at once, if that ball of fur
didn't unroll, and there stood a puppy dog!</p>
<p>"Hello!" called Jimmie Wibblewobble, real friendly-like.</p>
<p>"Hello!" answered the puppy dog.</p>
<p>"Are you Peetie or Jackie Bow Wow?" asked the little boy duck, for he knew
the puppy dog must be one or the other.</p>
<p>"I'm Jackie," was the answer. "Can't you tell? I'm all black with a white
spot on my nose, and my brother, Peetie, is all white with a black spot on
his nose. See? I'm black with a black spot—no, I mean I'm black with a
white spot, and Jackie he's black—no, hold on—he's white—no, I'm
Jackie, and he's Peetie—he's white with a white—no, a black spot—"</p>
<p>"Oh, for mercy sakes, stop!" cried Jimmie. "I'm all tangled up with white
spots and black spots!"</p>
<p>"So am I," admitted Jackie. "It's hard to tell who I am, sometimes."</p>
<p>"Is it, really?" asked Jimmie.</p>
<p>"Yes, it is. In fact I'm mixed up now. Would you kindly look and tell me
if I have a white or a black spot on my nose. I could look myself, only
it makes me cross-eyed, and I don't like that."</p>
<p>So Jimmie looked, very carefully, and he saw a white spot on the puppy
dog's nose, and told him so.</p>
<p>"It's all right. I'm Jackie then," answered the little fellow. "I thought
I was, but it's best to make sure."</p>
<p>"Can you play ball?" asked Jimmie. "My sister told me about you. It was
very kind of you to bring her home. You haven't lived here very long, have
you?"</p>
<p>"Not very. But I'm glad I could help your sister. She is a nice girl."</p>
<p>"Where's your brother, Peetie?" asked Jimmie.</p>
<p>"Oh, he's gone to the store for mamma."</p>
<p>"Then let's you and I have a catch until he comes back. You can play ball,
can't you?"</p>
<p>"Of course."</p>
<p>So Jimmie tossed the ball to Jackie, and the puppy dog stood up on his
hind legs and caught it in his front paws, and then he fell right over,
ker-thump, and rolled along the ground.</p>
<p>"Here!" cried the boy duck. "That's no way to play ball! You must stand up
and catch."</p>
<p>"Oh, I know that," declared Jackie. "You see I was only practising at
biting the ball with my teeth. I always bite things to sharpen my teeth
so I can gnaw big bones when I get to be a big dog."</p>
<p>"Well, you needn't sharpen your teeth on my new ball!" cried Jimmie, and
he felt a little angry; not much, you know, but a little and he took the
ball and was going home, for he didn't like Jackie, he thought.</p>
<p>It was too bad the little creatures had had a falling-out so soon, but
please wait just a moment and see what happens. No sooner had Jimmie
started to go home—Jackie didn't know why, you see, for he didn't know it
was wrong to bite the ball—no sooner, I say, did Jimmie start home, than
out from the bushes jumped a great big water rat, with ugly, cruel, sharp
teeth and wicked eyes.</p>
<p>Oh, how frightened Jimmie was, for he knew big water rats ate ducks. But
what do you suppose Jackie, that puppy dog, did? Why he just growled away
down in his throat, and he stuck up one ear as far as it would go, and he
let the other ear fall down as far as it would fall, and he opened his
mouth, and he showed his teeth, that he had sharpened on Jimmie's ball,
and he jumped right at that bad rat! Yes, sir, right at him, growling all
the while!</p>
<p>At first the rat was going to fight, but when it saw how brave Jackie
was, it turned and ran away. And then that puppy dog just put his little
tail between his legs, and howled, and ran away, too; Jimmie waddling
after him. You see Jackie was frightened after it was all over, but he had
frightened the rat worse yet.</p>
<p>"How brave you were!" cried Jimmie, when they were at Mrs. Bow Wow's
house. "You were very brave, indeed."</p>
<p>"Do you really think so?" asked Jackie. "Then I must be."</p>
<p>"You can bite my ball all you want to," went on Jimmie, and then Peetie
came home from the store, and they all had a fine time playing catch. Now
to-morrow night I'm going to tell you about Grandfather Goosey-Gander's
tall hat, if I don't lose a penny off the front stoop.</p>
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