TWO YOUNG NATURALISTS. 169 



There was no further expectation of a disappoint- 

 ment, for the carriage was at the door. Kene turned 

 to the vase, saying with an air of most withering 

 contempt 



" Adieu, false prophet." 



The frog did not see any necessity for a reply. He 

 contented himself with crouching more determinedly 

 than ever at the bottom of his receptacle, while 

 Kene agilely mounted next to his cousin. Black, 

 nose in the air, installed himself between the legs of 

 his master. The carriage disappeared. 



