"What's the matter with my clothes?" he asked hotly.
"There's nothing the matter with them—nothing at all," said Mr. Frog—"except that they are not as becoming to you as they might be. Of course," he added, as he saw that Brownie Beaver was frowning, "you look handsome in them. But you've no idea how you'd look in clothes of my making."
Brownie Beaver felt more agreeable as soon as Mr. Frog had told him what he meant.
"Do you make clothes?" he inquired.
"I'm a tailor," Mr. Frog replied. "And I've just opened a shop at the upper end of the pond."
"What's the matter with my tail?" Brownie snapped. He was angry again.
Then Mr. Frog explained that a tailor made suits.
"We've nothing to do with tails," he said—"unless it's coat-tails."
"What about cattails?" Brownie asked. "You're pretty close to some right now. So you can hardly say you have nothing to do with them."
Mr. Frog smiled.