The Toad. eo

sitting down, said angrily: “T shall go no farther.
I have not seen any butterflies at all.”

“Well,” said the toad, ‘then of course you
don’t blame me for not catching them. You seem
tired, and you are hungry too, I am sure. Are
you fond of wild honey?”

“T never tasted any.”

“Vou don’t say so,” said the toad; ‘then
come,’ and Reginald, much delighted, followed
him. They walked on and on and on, till the
poor boy was ready to drop with fatigue. At last
they returned to the very spot where they had
first started from. And now, what do you sup-
pose that horrid, disagreeable toad did? He
walked to the mushroom, and sitting down upon
it, said, “Well, Boy, have you had a pleasant
walk ?”’

Reginald was, of course, very angry. |
think you are a horrid, wicked toad!” said he,
“a perfect fraud.”

“ Ah, ha,” said the toad, “I thought perhaps
you would guess my name, and you have done
so. My name is—‘Fraud. And, little boy, there