"Now look pleasant," he said, as he seated himself in front of Tearful, "and do smile."
Tearful did as he requested, and in a few minutes he handed her the slate. "Where is my nose?" asked Tearful, laughing.
"Oh, I forgot the nose!" said the frog. "But don't you think your eyes are nice and large, and your mouth, too?"
"They are certainly big in this picture," said Tearful. "I hope I do not look just like that."
"I do not think either of us are artists," replied the frog.
Tearful looked around her. "Why, where is the pond?" she asked. "It is gone."
"I thought it would dry up if you would only smile," said the frog; "and I think both of us have learned a lesson. I shall never again wish for a pond of my own. I should be lonely without my companions, and then, it might be salt, just as this one was. And you surely will never cry over little things again, for you see what might happen to you, and then you look so much prettier smiling."
"Perhaps I do," said Tearful, "but your pictures of me make me doubt it. However, I feel much happier smiling, and I do not want to be on an island again, even with such a pleasant companion as you were."
"Look out for the tears, then," said the frog as he hopped away.
