ection of the cornfield, without so much as a "Thank you!"

Mr. Frog gazed after him mournfully.

"If that isn't just my luck!" he lamented. "I ought to have kept the
secret till after the old boy had his breakfast. Then perhaps he'd have
been better natured."

XI

A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

Well, the day was not half gone before all the wild creatures in
Pleasant Valley had heard all about Kiddie Katydid and his fiddling. At
least twenty-seven people came to Mr. Frog at different times and told
him the news. And he was furious.

"Old Mr. Crow has deceived me!" he complained. "I found out this secret
myself. And now that black rascal's taking all the credit for it."

"Mr. Crow has suggested that Kiddie Katydid be invited to join the
Pleasant Valley orchestra," Long Bill Wren informed Mr. Frog. "They have
no fiddlers, you know. And Kiddie will be a great help to them. Mr.
Crow has appointed a committee to call on Kiddie to-night and ask him to
come to the next concert."

That was the last straw, so far as Mr. Frog was concerned.

"Mr. Crow might at least have put me on the committee," he spluttered.
"But he has left me out in the cold."

"Why, it's not cold to-day!" Long Bill exclaimed. "Quite warm--I call
it!"

"It'll be good and cold by night," said Mr. Frog. "I look for a sudden
change in the weather. Nobody ought to venture out to-night without his
heaviest overcoat on."

After flinging that remark over his shoulder, Mr. Frog flung himself
inside his tailor's shop and slammed the door behind him. And then,
sitting down cross-legged upon his table, he began to think, wrinkling
his low brow until you might have supposed he would need to smooth it
out again with one of his flat-irons.

At last the tailor suddenly quit thinking and smiled very widely from
ear to ear. And carefully selecting some soft, warm, green cloth he
began to fashion a small garment, which was tiny enough to fit--well, to
fit a person as little as Kiddie Katydid.

Being a spry worker, Mr. Frog finished his task by nightfall. And then,
taking his handiwork with him, he left his shop--after locking the door
behind him--and hid himself beneath a shelving rock on the bank of the
creek.

He was in a very happy mood; for his ideas about the weather had proved
to be good. It was already turning cold.

"If it wasn't midsummer I should think we were going to have a frost!"
Mr. Frog exclaimed, buttoning the long coat which he had do