BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 31 
cliung! Go—to—bed!” From every 
little hummock in the marsh came these 
chirpings,—so many hundreds of them 
trilling and singing, that it seemed as if 
there were millions of little bells tink¬ 
ling. 
Mrs. Lynx listened and a soft, purry 
rumble crept up in her throat. She didn’t 
like frogs very well,—they were really not 
very good to eat,—but their singing and 
trilling were very soothing to her. Besides, 
—they made such an echoing, jingling 
noise that even the quickest-eared fox or 
rabbit would not be able to hear her as 
she slipped through the shadows. She felt 
sure that she was going to be able to get a 
wonderful meal for herself and to bring 
home a delicious breakfast for Bobby and 
Tommy. Now,—Renny Fox and Jimmy 
Weasel were thinking the same thing and 
poor Mrs. Woodmouse and Mollie Rabbit 
were very much alarmed. Mollie Rabbit 
