"Won't it get limp in the water?" Brownie asked, doubtfully.
"Get a celluloid one, of course," Mr. Frog replied. "That's the only kind of collar you ought to wear."
So Brownie Beaver left the tailor-shop. And he was feeling quite unhappy. He had always been satisfied with his clothes. But now he began to dislike everything he had on. And he could hardly wait for three day to pass, he was in such a hurry for Mr. Frog to finish his new suit.
XIX
THE NEW SUIT
Three days had passed. And as soon as he had finished his breakfast Brownie Beaver hastened to the tailor-shop of Mr. Frog, who had been making him a suit of clothes.
Much to Brownie's disappointment, he found that Mr. Frog's door was locked. But he sat down on the doorstep and waited a long time. And at last Mr. Frog appeared.
After bidding Brownie Beaver good-morning, Mr. Frog yawned widely, remarking that he had been out late the night before, "at a singing-party," he said. "What can I do for you?" he asked Brownie Beaver.
"You can let me have my new suit of clothes," Brownie told him.
"You must be mistaken," Mr. Frog replied. "I don't remember you. I'm not making any suit for you."