reached his journey's end he was almost overheated.
Besides, as he noticed, it was not so cold in Farmer Green's dooryard as
it had been by the creek.

He stopped, for a few moments, to cool himself in the watering-trough.
And then he hopped briskly on to the front yard.

To his great delight he had scarcely reached the clump of maple trees
when right above him he heard Kiddie Katydid's famous refrain.

"Good evening!" Mr. Frog called. "I've brought a little present for you,
all the way from the creek."

"How-dy do!" said Kiddie Katydid. "It's a cool night, isn't it?"

"You won't mind the weather when you put this on," Mr. Frog replied,
holding up the small garment he had made that afternoon.

"What's that?" Kiddie Katydid asked.

"An overcoat, fashioned expressly for you by the finest tailor in
Pleasant Valley!" said Mr. Frog very proudly.

"You're exceedingly kind, I'm sure," said Kiddie. And he was about to
jump down and slip into the coat when he noticed that Mr. Frog had an
extremely wide mouth.... Suppose, after slipping into the coat, he
should find himself slipping down the tailor's throat?

"Just hang the coat on a twig and I'll get into it a little later,"
Kiddie Katydid suggested.

"I see!" Mr. Frog cried. "That's your way of accepting a gift. And I
wouldn't dream of quarreling with you about that. So I'll hang the coat
right here and go back to the watering-trough to wet my feet. While I'm
gone you can try the coat on, and tell me how you like it when I come
back."

"I hope it's a green one!" said Kiddie Katydid somewhat anxiously. "For
if it isn't green, I couldn't wear it, you know. I always wear green.
It's my favorite color."

"Ah! Trust me not to make a mistake!" Mr. Frog chuckled happily. And
then he withdrew. But he could not help pausing for a moment, to look
back and watch, while Kiddie sprang down from his tree and took his new
coat from the twig on which the tailor had hung it.

XIII

KIDDIE KATYDID IS SHY

"Now--" said Mr. Frog, when he had returned from the
watering-trough--"now tell me, how do you like the overcoat I made for
you?"

And Kiddie Katydid, safe in his tree once more, and snugly buttoned in
Mr. Frog's gift, replied that it was the finest garment he had ever
owned in all his life.

"Good!" said Mr. Frog. "And I dare say you've had many overcoats in your
time, too."

Kiddie Katydid did not correct Mr. Frog's mistake. To tell the truth, he
had never bef