"You would be hanging about this place—and singing—for four-and-twenty hours," he grumbled. "It will be a great deal better if we meet on the edge of the swamp."
"Just as you wish!" Ferdinand Frog exclaimed. "And since you're going to Cedar Swamp, I'll hop along with you, to keep you company."
"You forget——" said Tired Tim Beaver——"you forget that you haven't been invited yet."
"Have you?" Mr. Frog inquired.
"Certainly!" said Tired Tim. And grinning over his shoulder, he swam away.
Mr. Frog watched his friend from the shore.
"He can't fool me," he muttered. "Tired Tim invited himself. And I've been stupid not to do likewise."
On the following night Ferdinand Frog went to the edge of Cedar Swamp, where he waited somewhat impatiently on a log until Tired Tim Beaver joined him.
"Well!" Mr. Frog cried. "I'm glad to see you and I hope you've brought my invitation."
But Tired Tim wouldn't say yes or no.