him a good situation in the Mint--
that's where all the money is coined, you know--but, on hearing of this
expedition to Canada, he made up his mind to go there instead; so he
gave up the Mint--very unwillingly, however, I believe, for he wanted
very much to go into the Mint. Now, no more at present from your loving
and much hurried sister, (for I'm in the middle of packing), Hetty."

Now, while Bob Frog was in the act of putting Hetty's letter in his
pocket, a little boy was seen on horseback, galloping up to the door.

He brought a telegram addressed to "Mr Robert Frog." It was from
Montreal, and ran thus: "We have arrived, and leave this on Tuesday
forenoon."

"Why, they're almost here _now_," cried Bob.

"Harness up, my boy, and off you go--not a moment to lose!" cried Mr
Merryboy, as Bob dashed out of the room. "Take the bays, Bob," he added
in a stentorian voice, thrusting his head out of the window, "and the
biggest wagon. Don't forget the rugs!"

Ten minutes later, and Bob Frog, with Tim Lumpy beside him, was driving
the spanking pair of bays to the railway station.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.

HAPPY MEETINGS.

It was to the same railway station as that at which they had parted from
their guardian and been handed over to Mr Merryboy years before that
Bobby Frog now drove. The train was not due for half an hour.

"Tim," said Bob after they had walked up and down the platform for about
five minutes, "how slowly time seems to fly when one's in a hurry!"

"Doesn't it?" assented Tim, "crawls like a snail."

"Tim," said Bob, after ten minutes had elapsed, "what a difficult thing
it is to wait patiently when one's anxious!"

"Isn't it!" assented Tim, "so hard to keep from fretting and stamping."

"Tim," said Bob, after twenty minutes had passed, "I wonder if the two
or three dozen people on this platform are all as uncomfortably
impatient as I am."

"Perhaps they are," said Tim, "but certainly possessed of more power to
restrain themselves."

"Tim," said Bob, after the lapse of five-and-twenty minutes, "did you
ever hear of such a long half-hour since you were born?"

"Never," replied the sympathetic Tim, "except once long ago when I was
starving, and stood for about that length of time in front of a
confectioner's window till I nearly collapsed and had to run away at
last for fear I should smash in the glass and feed."

"Tim, I'll take a look round and see that the bays are all right."

"You'v