"Why, I don't know," said Percival. "Was that you up on the bridge?"
Egbert did not answer the question. "You ask her," he said, "an' tell me. Odd bit, that was."
"Yes, I will," Percival agreed. "I say, I must go. What's your name, if you please?"
"Mr. Unt. Run along; you're a nice little chap; I like you."
"I like you, too," said Percival, very interested in this strange character. "I'm sorry I thought you were a clown. Good-by, Mr. Unt. I say, there is my Aunt Maggie! Isn't this a 'normous house?" and he scampered brightly to the sound of Aunt Maggie's voice.
"Abode of tyrangs," said Mr. Hunt, moving swiftly in the opposite direction. "Boil um!"
CHAPTER II
FOLLOWS A FROG AND FINDS A TADPOLE
I