And each time that he
leaped, he struck his heels together three times, just to show how happy
he was.

Then, with a hearty "Good night!" he turned away and went skipping off.

And Kiddie Katydid, making his curious music in the top of the maple
tree, kept thinking that the tailor was one of the oddest chaps he had
ever seen.

He did wish, too, that Mr. Frog had a smaller mouth.

XIV

KIDDIE KEEPS HIS PROMISE

Old Mr. Crow flew into a terrible rage when he found, the next morning,
that his committee had not called on Kiddie Katydid during the night.
And when Chirpy Cricket told him that the weather was too cold for
anybody to stay out late, Mr. Crow said "Nonsense! What about Mr. Frog?"

That was a hard question to answer. And Chirpy Cricket was so afraid of
angry Mr. Crow that he promptly hid himself among the roots of a clump
of grass.

Now, the fact that Mr. Frog had been away from his shop the night before
set Mr. Crow to worrying.

"That slippery tailor has been up to some mischief," Mr. Crow declared.
"And if he has played a trick on me I'll never hear the last of it."

The old gentleman was so disturbed that he quite lost his appetite
during the rest of the day. And he moped and groaned about, hoping for
the best, but fearing the worst. One thing that made him especially
uneasy was the fact that when he called on Mr. Frog he found the tailor
in a gayer mood than he had ever known him to be in.

Mr. Frog bounded about his shop like a rubber ball. And the worst of it
was, he _would_ sing, although Mr. Crow begged him, with tears in his
eyes, to stop.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Frog asked him. "Don't you like my voice? Or is
it the songs I sing? I've a new one that I'd like to sing for you. It's
about one of the Katydid family; and I'm sure you'll enjoy hearing it."

But Mr. Crow wouldn't stay there any longer. With a loud squawk of rage
he scurried away. He was sure, then, that Mr. Frog had tricked him.

That night Mr. Crow's committee called on Kiddie Katydid. It was a fine,
warm, moonlight night. And as they drew near Farmer Green's place they
could hear Kiddie's shrill music, even while they were still a quarter
of a mile away.

"He plays better than ever," said Freddie Firefly. "I wish Mr. Crow
could hear him." And they hurried on, believing that everything was
going to turn out all right, in the end.

"Mr. Crow will be sorry, to-morrow, that he scolded us," said Chirpy
Cricket.

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