Jack swung his switch at a dragon-fly that flew past the doorway.
"Did you see that darning-needle?" he asked.
"Well," he continued, without waiting for an answer, "I was down the road a few days ago, trying to catch some of those big steel-colored ones in my fly-net. I hadn't seen any one after I left this piazza, but just as I swung my net round to catch the dragon-fly, somebody said: 'Look out, or you'll get bitten!' and I turned round, but no one was in sight. I was just going to swing my net again, when some one giggled, and then I saw a little skinny girl looking at me from between some bushes."
"What was she doing?" Dorothy asked.
"You couldn't guess if you tried for a month!" said Jack.
"She was sitting on a big stone, beside a big puddle that was left there after the shower. She said she was playing she was a frog, and when she stared at me through her glasses, and smiled, no, grinned at me, I couldn't help thinking she looked like one. Say, she had on a green cloak, a regular frog-color."
"It must have been Arabella!" said Nancy.
"I don't know what her name was. I didn't ask her, but while I watched her she hopped off the stone into the puddle with both feet, and cried, 'po-dunk!' just like an old bullfrog. My! Weren't her shoes wet!"
"I wonder what her Aunt Matilda said when she went home with wet feet," said Dorothy.
Without noticing what she said, Jack continued.