d out on to a full-blown dandelion, and
looked about him as pert and knowing as ever. I caught him up, and ran
with him into the house, crying, "Froggy is resurrected!--Froggy is
resurrected!"

After this, nothing especial happened to him for some months. He grew
in intelligence and lively graces, but not in size, remaining precisely
the same pretty, tiny creature as at the first. This fairy-like,
unchangeable youthfulness, and his little, piping note, "most musical,
most melancholy," made me still half believe that he was a frog of
another and a higher race than ours,--star-born, or a native of
cloud-land. After the frosty nights of November, I used to remove the
thin ice from his tank, so that he could swim freely, and he did not
seem to suffer much from the rigors of the season. But, on the first
morning in December, I found to my grief that the shallow water in the
trough was frozen solid, and--Froggy with it! I could see him tightly
imprisoned in the clear ice, about midway from the surface. His limbs
were extended, showing that he had bravely kicked against his hard fate
to the last. I gave him up, then, and went into the house
disconsolate. But my mother was still hopeful. Under her directions I
heated the kitchen shovel, and with it thawed out a block of ice some
inches square, with Froggy in the centre. This I placed on the hearth
before the fire. You see I did not dare to break the ice, for fear of
breaking with it the frozen limbs of my pet. I watched the melting of
the block with affectionate interest. It was slow work, but it came to
an end at last, and Froggy was free. Still, for a time he lay
motionless, and I feared he was dead. Then, one limb twitched, then
another, and then he was alive all over, and began to hop away from the
fire. I rejoiced over him with great joy, put him in a tub of water,
with a piece of bark to sail on, and began laying plans for keeping him
in-doors all winter. But my mother said it was impossible,--that there
was but one way to save the life of my pet, and that was to take him
down to the millstream and fling him in. There the water was deep, and
the frogs lived under the ice, cosey and comfortable all winter.

"O mamma," I said, "I can't make up my mind to do that. He would miss
me so, and I don't believe that the other frogs would treat him well.
He is n't of their kind, you know."

"I think it more likely," she answered, "that they will have sense
eno