nce that he
would need a thick overcoat.

That was when he went to Mr. Frog's tailor's shop, for Mr. Frog, you
know, was a tailor.

"I want you to make me a warm overcoat." Mr. Crow told him. "Can you do
it?"

"Certainly!" said Mr. Frog. "You've come to the right place. Everybody
says that I'm the best tailor in Pleasant Valley." And that was quite
true--because he was the _only_ one. "What'll you have--stripes, checks,
or spots?" Mr. Frog asked briskly.

"What do you suggest?" Mr. Crow replied. He had not thought much about
his new coat--except that he wanted it to be warm.

"Spots, by all means!" said Mr. Frog. "I always wear 'em myself. They're
the best, to my mind. For if you happen to get a spot on your coat,
what's one spot more?"

"That's a good idea," Mr. Crow said. "And how much will you ask to make
me a spotted coat?"

"I charge by the spot," said Mr. Frog. "The more spots, the more the coat
will cost. So I'd advise you to take a coat with large spots, because
there'll be fewer of 'em and the price will be less."

"That's a good idea, too," said old Mr. Crow. "You may make my coat of
this!" He pointed to a piece of blue cloth with yellow spots about the
size of a dollar and a quarter.

"Good!" said Mr. Frog. Then he measured Mr. Crow. And then he measured
the cloth. And then he scratched some figures on a flat stone. "There'll
be thirteen spots on your coat and that'll make just thirteen that you'll
owe me."

"Thirteen what?" asked Mr. Crow.

"Ah! That's the question!" said Mr. Frog, mysteriously. "I'll tell you
when your coat's finished. And you can pay me then. It's what is known as
'spot cash,'" he added.

"Very well!" Mr. Crow answered. "And I'll come back--"

"To-morrow!" said the tailor.

When to-morrow came, Mr. Crow flew over to the pond where Mr. Frog had
his tailor's shop. And that spry gentleman slipped Mr. Crow's new coat
upon him. While Mr. Crow stood stiffly in the middle of the floor Mr.
Frog pulled the coat here and patted it there. He backed away and looked
at it, with his head on one side; and then he stood on his head and
looked at it, with his legs dangling in the air.

"It's a perfect fit," he assured Mr. Crow, finally. And then he caught up
a needle and thread and busied himself behind Mr. Crow's back for a long
time.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Crow inquired at last. "I'm getting tired of
standing still."

"Just fixing it!" answered Mr. Frog. "It'll be finished in