is less of wonder in the tree-toad's ability to 

 change his colors than in the way he has of 

 changing his clothes. He is never troubled 

 with the getting of a new suit ; his labor comes 

 in caring for his old ones. It is curious how he 

 disposes of his cast-off clothes. 



One day late in autumn I picked up a tree- 

 toad that was stiff and nearly dead with cold. I 

 put him in a wide-mouthed bottle to thaw, and 

 found by evening that he was quite alive, sitting 

 with his toes turned in, looking much surprised 

 at his new quarters. He made himself at home, 

 however, and settled down comfortably, ready 

 for what might happen next. 



The following day he climbed up the side of 

 the bottle and slept several hours, his tiny disked 

 toes holding him as easily and restfully as if he 

 were stretched upon a feather-bed. I turned him 

 upside down ; but he knew nothing of it until 

 later when he awoke ; then he deliberately turned 

 round with his head up and went to sleep again. 

 At night he was wide awake, winking and blink- 

 ing at the lamp, and watching me through his 

 window of green glass. 



A few nights after his rescue Hyla sat upon the 

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