Well, Uncle Bullfrog didn't take off his waistcoat, as I thought hemight in the last story, so I'm not going to tell you anything moreabout him.

We'll just leave him in the aged Mill Pond and go along with BillyBunny, who is hopping away toward the Friendly Forest.

By and by, after he had gone into the shady depths for perhaps a millionand two or three hops, he came across his very aged friend the jay bird, whohad sold him the airship, you remember, and then bought it back again.