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<h2 style='padding-right: 190px;'><span class="smcap">Mr</span> GREEN FROG AND HIS VISITORS</h2>
<p style='padding-right: 190px;'>One day a young Frog
who lived down by the
river, came hopping up
through the meadow. He
was a fine-looking fellow,
all brown and green, with
a white vest, and he came
to see the sights. The
oldest Frog on the river
bank had told him that he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</SPAN></span>
ought to travel and learn to know the
world, so he had started at once.</p>
<p style='padding-right: 190px;'>Young Mr. Green Frog had very big
eyes, and they stuck out from his head
more than ever when he saw all the
strange sights and heard all the strange
sounds of the meadow. Yet he made one
great mistake, just as bigger and better
people sometimes do when they go on a
journey; he didn't try to learn from the
things he saw, but only to show off to the
meadow people how much he already
knew, and he boasted a great deal of the
fine way in which he lived when at home.</p>
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<p>Mr. Green Frog told those whom he
met that the meadow was dreadfully dry,
and that he really could not see how they
lived there. He said they ought to see
the lovely soft mud that there was in the
marsh, and that there the people could sit
all day with their feet in water in among
the rushes where the sunshine never came.
"And then," he said, "to eat grass as the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</SPAN></span>
Grasshoppers did! If they would go
home with him, he would show them how
to live."</p>
<p>The older Grasshoppers and Crickets
and Locusts only looked at each other
and opened their funny mouths in a smile,
but the young ones thought Mr. Green
Frog must be right, and they wanted to
go back with him. The old Hoppers told
them that they wouldn't like it down
there, and that they would be sorry that
they had gone; still the young ones teased
and teased and teased and teased until
everybody said: "Well, let them go, and
then perhaps they will be contented when
they return."</p>
<p>At last they all set off together,—Mr.
Green Frog and the young meadow people.
Mr. Green Frog took little jumps
all the way and bragged and bragged.
The Grasshoppers went in long leaps, the
Crickets scampered most of the way, and
the Locusts fluttered. It was a very gay<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</SPAN></span>
little party, and they kept saying to
each other, "What a fine time we shall
have!"</p>
<p>When they got to the marsh, Mr. Green
Frog went in first with a soft "plunk" in
the mud. The rest all followed and tried
to make believe that they liked it, but
they didn't—they didn't at all. The
Grasshoppers kept bumping against the
tough, hard rushes when they jumped,
and then that would tumble them over on
their backs in the mud, and there they
would lie, kicking their legs in the air,
until some friendly Cricket pushed them
over on their feet again. The Locusts
couldn't fly at all there, and the Crickets
got their shiny black coats all grimy and
horrid.</p>
<p>They all got cold and wet and tired—yes,
and hungry too, for there were no
tender green things growing in among
the rushes. Still they pretended to have
a good time, even while they were think<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</SPAN></span>ing
how they would like to be in their
dear old home.</p>
<p>After the sun went down in the west it
grew colder still, and all the Frogs in the
marsh began to croak to the moon, croaking
so loudly that the tired little travellers
could not sleep at all. When the Frogs
stopped croaking and went to sleep in the
mud, one tired Cricket said: "If you like
this, <i>stay</i>. I am going home as fast as
my six little legs will carry me." And all
the rest of the travellers said: "So am I,"
"So am I," "So am I."</p>
<p>Mr. Green Frog was sleeping soundly,
and they crept away as quietly as they
could out into the silvery moonlight and
up the bank towards home. Such a tired
little party as they were, and so hungry
that they had to stop and eat every little
while. The dew was on the grass and
they could not get warm.</p>
<p>The sun was just rising behind the
eastern forest when they got home. They<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</SPAN></span>
did not want to tell about their trip at all,
but just ate a lot of pepper-grass to make
them warm, and then rolled themselves
in between the woolly mullein leaves to
rest all day long. And that was the last
time any of them ever went away with a
stranger.</p>
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