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who was standing on three legs with his 

 tail straight out, " pointing " in the most 

 approved fashion. 



" I can hear the frogs everywhere, but 

 the question is, where 

 are they ? Can you 

 see them, 

 Waddle- 

 kins ? " 



I smell them every- 

 where, mistress ; but as they hop 

 instead of walk, their trails are mixed 

 and crooked." 



" Why not look straight in front of 

 your nose?" piped a tiny voice, as an 

 alder bush brushed Anne's face. There, 

 to be sure, almost on the end, perched 

 a wee yellowish-brown frog not more than 

 i an inch long, with bulging eyes and a 

 quivering throat. 



"Yes, here I am, though most of my 

 brothers are down there in the water 

 with only enough of their noses out to 



