Part 7 (1/2)

”How do you like that, Cousin Jerry?” said a voice right in his ear.

Paddy the Beaver had climbed up beside him, and his eyes were twinkling.

”It--it's splendid!” cried Jerry. ”But--but you've spoiled your dam!”

”Oh, that's all right,” replied Paddy. ”I didn't really want it now, anyway. I don't usually build dams at this time of year, and I built this one just for fun because it seemed such a nice place to build one.

You see, I was traveling through here, and it seemed such a nice place, that I thought I would stay a while. I didn't know anything about the Smiling Pool, you know. Now, I guess I'll have to move on and find a place where I can make a pond in the fall that will not trouble other people. You see, I don't like to be troubled myself, and so I don't want to trouble other people. This Green Forest is a very nice place.”

”The very nicest place in all the world excepting the Green Meadows and the Smiling Pool!” replied Jerry promptly. ”Won't you stay, Cousin Paddy? I'm sure we would all like to have you.”

”Of course we would,” said a gruff voice right beside them. It was Grandfather Frog.

Paddy the Beaver looked thoughtful. ”Perhaps I will,” said he, ”if I can find some good hiding-places in the Laughing Brook.”

CHAPTER XXIV: A Merry Home-Going

”The Laughing Brook is merry And so am I,” cried Jerry.

Grandfather Frog said he was too.

And Spotty was, the others knew.

The trees stood with wet feet where just a little while before had been the strange pond in the Green Forest, the pond made by the dam of Paddy the Beaver. In the dam was a great hole made by Paddy himself.

Through the Green Forest rang the laughter of the Laughing Brook, for once more the water ran deep between its banks. And in the hearts of Grandfather Frog and Jerry Muskrat and Spotty the Turtle was laughter also, for now the Smiling Pool would smile once more, and they could go home in peace and happiness. And there was one more who laughed. Who was it? Why, Paddy the Beaver to be sure, and his was the best laugh of all, for it was because he had brought happiness to others.

”You beat me up here to the dam, but you won't beat me back to the Smiling Pool,” cried Jerry Muskrat to Spotty the Turtle.

Spotty laughed good-naturedly. ”You'd better not stop to eat or play or sleep on the way then,” said he, ”for I shall keep right on going all the time. I've found that is the only way to get anywhere.”

”Let us all go down together” said Grandfather Frog. ”We can help each other over the bad places.”

Jerry Muskrat laughed until he had to hold his sides at the very thought of Grandfather Frog or Spotty the Turtle being able to help him, but he is very good-natured, and so he agreed that they should all go down together. Paddy the Beaver said that he would go, too, so off the four started, Jerry Muskrat and Paddy the Beaver swimming side by side, and behind them Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle.

Now Spotty the Turtle is a very slow traveler on land, but in the water Spotty is not so slow. In fact, it was not long before Grandfather Frog found that he was the one who could not keep up. You see, while he is a great diver and can swim fast for a short distance, he is soon tired out. Pretty soon he was puffing and blowing and dropping farther and farther behind. By and by, Spotty the Turtle looked back. There was Grandfather Frog just tumbling head first over a little waterfall.

He came up choking and gasping and kicking his long legs very feebly.

Spotty climbed out on a rock and waited. He helped Grandfather Frog out beside him, and when Grandfather Frog had once more gotten his breath, what do you think Spotty did? Why, he took Grandfather Frog right on his back and started on again.

Now Jerry Muskrat and Paddy the Beaver, being great swimmers, were soon out of sight. All at once Jerry remembered that they had agreed to go back together, and down in his heart he felt a little bit mean when he looked for Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle and could see nothing of them. So he and Paddy sat down to wait. After what seemed a long time, they saw something queer bobbing along in the water.

”It's Grandfather Frog,” cried Paddy the Beaver.

”No, it's Spotty the Turtle,” said Jerry Muskrat.

”It's both,” replied Paddy, beginning to laugh.