catching a cricket-frog at his song. I tried to 

 make my neighbor see one that was clinging to 

 a stick in the middle of the puddle ; but her eyes 



" A wretched little puddle." 



were dim. Deft hands have dressed these peep- 

 ers. We have heard them by the meadowful 

 every spring of our life, and yet the fingers of 

 one hand number more than the peepers we have 

 seen. One day I bent over three lily-pads till 



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