THE

FROGS WHO WOULD A-WOOING GO,

Two frogs, who were cousins, were hopping about together one
warm summer’s evening by the side of a rivulet, when they began
talking—just as the men will talk—about a young lady-frog who
lived in a neighbouring marsh. One extolled the brightness of
her eyes, the other praised the beauty of her complexion, and
somehow the two frogs found out that they had both fallen in love
with the same young lady-froggy. When they had made this
discovery they parted rather abruptly, and muttered something,
the meaning of which was not very clear.

‘‘ Bless me,”’ said Mr. Croaker, the elder and richer of the two,
“T must not let that young scapegrace Jumper get the better of
me. A pretty joke indeed that he should think of the beautiful Miss
Leapfrog, he who is not worth a rap, and is as ugly as a toad.”

Who would have thought,” said Jumper to himself, “that
that old curmudgeon Croaker was going to make love to that dear
young Miss Leapfrog? We will soon see whom she likes best.”

The next morning Croaker dressed himself with unusual neat-
ness; and that he might appear to better advantage, he went to a
barber-frog who lived in a neighbouring arbour, and asked to be
shaved and to have his wig dressed. ‘The barber had just spread