The face grew and grew, and in a few minutes a body appeared; that, too, swelled and swelled.
“It looks like a frog,” said Tina, and just as she said this, hop went the figure into the middle of the floor.
“It is a frog,” said Tina; and sure enough, there it stood on its hind legs.
“Well, I never,” said Tina.
“Knee-deep,” said the frog.
“What did you say?” asked Tina.
“Bottle o’ rum,” said the frog.
“That’s funny talk,” she said; and as she spoke the frog went hopping out of the door, and the first thing she knew, she was hopping after him.
“I believe I’m a frog, too,” she thought.