The duck-bill--what's its name ?--looked very well sitting on his tail with the otter snarling at him.

Then Dicky had an idea; and though not nearly so much was said about it afterwards as there was about the stuffed things, I think myself it was just as bad, though it was a good idea, too.

He just got the hose and put the end over a branch of the cedar-tree.

Then we got the steps they clean windows with, and let the hose rest on the top of the steps and run.

It was to be a waterfall, but it ran between the steps and was only wet and messy; so we got Father's mackintosh and uncle's and covered the steps with them, so that the water ran down all right and was glorious, and it ran away in a stream across the grass where we had dug a little channel for it--and the otter and the duck-bill-thing were as if in their native haunts.