he land's sake!" cried Mr. Frog, as he leaped into the water,
convinced at last of the truth of Freddie Firefly's claim. "I must hurry
home at once, for dawn's already breaking. And Mr. Crow may come sailing
over my place at any moment." He landed with a splash in the creek and
started to swim rapidly away. But after a few strokes he paused and
turned around. "You might almost say that Kiddie Katydid is a fiddler,
mightn't you?" he called.

"Something like that!" Freddie Firefly agreed a bit doubtfully.

"I'll tell Mr. Crow that, anyhow," said the tailor. "It will make the
story more interesting, at least. And so far as I can see, it can't do
any harm."

And then he hastened away, leaving Freddie Firefly to get home as best
he could in the gray of the early morning.

"You may as well put out your light!" Mr. Frog shouted back, as he
disappeared among the reeds. But he didn't wait to see whether Freddie
took his advice. He was too much excited over the strange news. And as
he swam easily along with practiced strokes he kept talking to himself.

"I'm a pretty clever chap, I am!" he chuckled. "I've discovered a great
secret this night. And old Mr. Crow will be glad to hear all about it.
Perhaps he'll want me to help him with his newspaper after this.

"And for all I know I'll have so much to do that I won't be able to make
any more clothes for my customers."

He hadn't swum far before he had entirely forgotten that it was really
Freddie Firefly who had discovered the secret and told it to him.

No doubt if anybody had reminded Mr. Frog of that fact he would have
been very indignant.

X

A PAIR OF RASCALS

Mr. Frog reached home just as the sun peeped over the hills. He slipped
hastily out of the water, sprang up the bank of the creek, and in three
jumps landed on the roof of his tailor's shop. There he squatted, while
his queer, bulging eyes scanned the sky in every direction. He was
watching for Mr. Crow, and all but bursting with the news that he had
for the old gentleman.

Mr. Frog had not sat there long before he heard a hoarse _Caw, caw!_ in
the distance.

"There he is!" cried the tailor aloud. "There's the old boy! He'll be in
sight in a moment."

And sure enough! soon Mr. Crow flapped out of the woods and came sailing
over the meadows.

Thereupon Mr. Frog set up a great croaking. And to his delight his
elderly friend heard him calling and dropped down at once.

"I've some news for you," M