Mr. Frog had a delightful time listening to the remarks of his callers, who had no idea that he was so near at hand. And as the weather grew colder, they began to shiver and their voices began to shake. And by the time it was almost dark all the waiting company were quite discouraged.
"I"ll never be able to stay out to-night!" Chirpy Cricket declared. "I"m so cold now that I can scarcely move."
And it was the same with everybody else. Even Freddie Firefly complained that his light didn"t warm him in the least. And he said he would have to go home at once.
"Mr. Crow will be very angry with us to-morrow when he learns we haven"t called on Kiddie Katydid," somebody remarked. And a hush fell upon the company. But Chirpy Cricket had a happy thought, which made them all feel better.
"Kiddie Katydid won"t stay out of doors on a night like this!" he suddenly exclaimed. "He"ll find some snug place to creep into. And we wouldn"t be able to find him in Farmer Green"s dooryard even if we tried to."
"That"s so!" Chirpy"s companions shouted.
"Then there"s no need of our freezing here any longer, waiting for that wretched tailor, Mr. Frog!" said Freddie Firefly.
And somehow, Mr. Frog did not smile quite so widely over that speech.
Nevertheless, he was pleased, on the whole. And not waiting to watch the shivering party leave the neighborhood, he set off at once toward Farmer Green"s house, making first for the river, which ran near the farm buildings, because Mr. Frog did not like to travel by land.
Because the air was cool, the water felt all the warmer. And by the time Mr. Frog had 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 b.u.t.toned 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 before had an overcoat on his back.
"I"ve come here to-night to deliver an important message to you," Mr.
Frog went on. "And thinking the weather might be cooler than you liked, I made you that fine coat so you could stay out here in your tree and listen to what I have to tell you.... I hear--" he said--"I hear that you"re a musician."
"Yes!" said Kiddie Katydid--for he knew well enough that Freddie Firefly could not have kept the secret.
"I hear that you"re a fiddler," Mr. Frog added.
"Why, no! I"ve never played the fiddle!" Kiddie Katydid exclaimed. "I don"t know how to do that."
"Well, how do you know that you can"t, if you"ve never tried?" Mr. Frog retorted. "If you can play _Katy did, Katy did; she did, she did_, by rubbing your wing covers together, there"s no knowing what you could do with a real fiddle and bow."
"That"s true," Kiddie admitted. "I never thought of that."
"Well," said Mr. Frog, who appeared greatly pleased with himself, "anyhow, I want you to join our singing society. Perhaps you"ve heard me and my friends over in the swamp. Almost every night we have a singing party there. And if you"ll only agree to fiddle for us, while we sing, I venture to say that we"ll have Farmer Green getting up out of his bed to listen to us."
Naturally, the invitation pleased Kiddie Katydid. But for all that, he shook his head slowly.
"I"m afraid I"m too shy," he told Mr. Frog. "I like to stay hidden among the leaves, where people can"t see me."
"That"ll be all right!" Mr. Frog a.s.sured him. "You can hide in some bush near-by, where we can"t look at you."
But still Kiddie Katydid wouldn"t accept the invitation. Although Mr.
Frog teased and teased, all he would say was that he would think the matter over.
"Promise me this, at least--" Mr. Frog finally said--"promise me that you won"t agree to make music for anybody else! Now that people know you"re musical, they"ll be asking you to play in an orchestra, or a band, or a fife-and-drum corps, or something. But I"ve invited you first, and if you oblige anybody it ought to be me--especially after I"ve given you that beautiful warm overcoat." The tailor looked upwards into the tree so beseechingly that Kiddie Katydid hadn"t the heart to refuse his request.
"I"ll promise that," he said.
"Hurrah!" cried Mr. Frog, opening his mouth so widely that Kiddie Katydid couldn"t help shuddering at the sight.
And then Mr. Frog leaped into the air three times. And each time that he leaped, he struck his heels together three times, just to show how happy he was.
Then, with a hearty "Good night!" he turned away and went skipping off.
And Kiddie Katydid, making his curious music in the top of the maple tree, kept thinking that the tailor was one of the oddest chaps he had ever seen.