"There!" he said. "Don"t you see that I _claim_ to be an unfashionable tailor? You"ll have to keep that suit, and pay me for it, too. And so will everybody else."
But the whole Beaver family cried out that they objected. "No one ever pays his tailor," they told Mr. Frog. "It"s not the fashionable thing to do."
Even then Ferdinand Frog continued to smile at them. He was such an agreeable chap!
"I know it"s not fashionable now," he admitted, "but it will be five years from now. And since it"s my way to collect on delivery, I"ll thank you to step up one at a time and pay me. . . . And please don"t crowd!"
he added.
There was really no need of that last warning, because n.o.body made a move.
Mr. Frog, however, was not dismayed. He leaped suddenly into the air and alighted directly in front of a Beaver known among his friends as Stingy Steve--the very one to whom Mr. Frog had just shown his sign.
"Pay up, please!" Ferdinand Frog said.
"How much do I owe you?" the uneasy Beaver asked him.
"Sixty!" Mr. Frog told him, with a grin.
Stingy Steve thrust his hand inside the pocket of his new trousers, from which he slowly drew one of Mr. Frog"s tape-measures--of which the tailor had at least a dozen. Mr. Frog was always tucking them away in odd places.
"Here!" Stingy Steve cried. "Here"s your pay--sixty inches, neither more nor less!"
But Ferdinand Frog only laughed and told him that he didn"t mean _inches_. That, he explained, was no pay at all.
"I know," Stingy Steve replied. "I know it"s not the fashionable way to pay a bill at present. But it will be five years from now. And what"s more, you can"t prove that what I say isn"t true."
For a few moments Mr. Frog stood there gasping. And pretty soon he noticed that his customers were all busily picking up chips and sticks and pebbles. At first he thought they were going to throw them at him; and he was all ready to jump.
But he soon found that he was mistaken.
"Here! Here"s your pay, Mr. Frog!" they began to cry. And to their astonishment Mr. Frog began to laugh.
"I don"t want any pay," he declared. "Will you all promise to wear your new clothes if I make them free?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" sounded on all sides.
"Then it"s a bargain!" Ferdinand Frog shouted. And he leaped into the air and kicked his heels together three times.
After that he turned a back somersault, and then he rolled over and over until he landed with a great splash in the pond.
Deep down on the muddy bottom Mr. Frog laughed as if he could never stop. The Beavers on the bank could neither see nor hear him. And he knew there was no danger of their thinking him impolite, especially when he said:
"They don"t even know that I"ve played a trick on them! And what a terrible sight they are! I"ve never seen any company that looked the least bit like them."
XVI
STOP THAT!
On a cool summer"s morning Ferdinand Frog was sitting among the reeds near the bank of the pond when a harsh voice suddenly said:
"Stop that!"
Looking up, Mr. Frog saw a huge bird standing on one leg in the water, watching him. The stranger was actually so big that Mr. Frog hadn"t noticed him.
To be sure, he had seen what he thought was a stick stuck upright in the muddy bottom of the pond. That was really the stranger"s leg; but Mr.
Frog hadn"t taken the trouble to glance upwards and see what was at the top of it.
Of course, Mr. Frog was frightened as soon as he discovered his mistake, for the bird had a great, long bill. Without being told, Ferdinand Frog knew that that bill could open like a trap--and seize him, too. But he showed not the least sign that he was even disturbed.
"Stop that, I say!" the stranger repeated, before Mr. Frog had so much as said a word.
"Stop what?" Mr. Frog asked.
"Stop sticking your tongue out at me!" the other commanded.
In spite of his alarm, when he heard that Ferdinand Frog began to laugh.
"I beg your pardon," he said, "but I think you are mistaken. I wasn"t sticking my tongue out at you. I was only catching flies." Mr. Frog paid no attention to the sneering laugh that the stranger gave. "You see,"
he went on, "I"m having my breakfast. And this is how I manage it: I wait here without moving until a fly comes my way. Then I dart my tongue at him as quick as lightning.
"My tongue," Mr. Frog explained, "is fastened at the front of my mouth instead of at the back. So I can often reach a fly when he thinks he"s perfectly safe. And furthermore, my tongue is so sticky that if it touches a fly, he can"t get away. Then I swallow that one and wait for another."
"A likely story!" the big bird scoffed. "I"ve been watching you for a long time (Mr. Frog shivered when he heard that!) and I know what I"m talking about. . . . There you go again!" he shrieked angrily, as Ferdinand Frog"s tongue flew out and captured another fly so quickly that the stranger couldn"t see just what had happened.
"Listen to me a moment!" Mr. Frog said. "Like most people, I have to eat. And when I eat I can"t help sticking out my tongue. So I"d suggest that if you don"t care to watch me at my breakfast you"d better go away.
It certainly isn"t my fault that you"re standing right in front of me."
But the stranger declined to move.
"If you really meant to be polite," he grumbled, "you"d at least turn your back when you stick out your tongue."
But Mr. Frog never stirred. He was afraid that the moment he turned his back the big bird would pounce upon him.
"It"s not necessary for me to turn around now," he explained. "I"ve finished my breakfast. And I hope you"ve had yours, too."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Grand-daddy Beaver Appeals to Mr. Frog]
"I"m sorry to say that I have," the stranger answered with a sigh, as he looked longingly at plump Mr. Frog. "I couldn"t eat another mouthful if it sat right in front of me."
And then Ferdinand Frog felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his mind. He smiled all over his face, to show the stranger that he was glad to see him.
"Ah!" Mr. Frog cried. "Then we can have a friendly chat together. I always like to talk with travellers. . . . What a long, sharp bill you have!"
Now, some people would think that a rude remark. But it seemed to please the stranger immensely.