"Now mind!" exclaimed Curly Tail. "Keep looking up, and you won't be
afraid."
Off they started, and Edna wasn't much afraid. When they were about
halfway across, and she felt real glad that she would soon see her
grandmother, she said:
"Oh, I guess I'm brave enough to look at the water now. I think I'm
not afraid with you, Curly Tail."
"All right," spoke the little piggie boy, and he was just going to
tell the mousie girl to look down if she wanted to, when, all at
once, after the boat, with his big jaws open, and his tongue going
over his teeth like a nutmeg grater, came the bad skillery-scalery
old alligator, with a double hump on his tail.
"Oh, my!" thought Curly Tail. "If she looks down now, and sees that
alligator, she'll surely be so afraid that she'll faint, and maybe
fall into the water, and then I'll have to jump in to save her, and
the alligator will get us both. What shall I do?"
Well, the mousie girl was just going to look down, and she would
surely have seen the 'gator, when Curly Tail cried:
"Don't look! Don't look! Oh, lobster salad! don't look!"
"Why not?" asked the mousie girl.
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