"If I succeed in getting you into the Cedar Swamp singing-parties will you promise me that you won't sing any more around the lake, or near our pond, either?" he demanded.
Ferdinand Frog gave his solemn promise.
"Very well, then!" Tired Tim said. "Go along over to the swamp. They're expecting you."
When he heard the good news Ferdinand Frog was so delighted that he leaped into the air and kicked his heels together.
And then forgetting his solemn promise, he began to bellow at the top of his voice:
"To Cedar Swamp I'll haste away;
Though first I'll sing a song.
My voice I must not waste to-day,
So I'll not keep you long.
I simply want to let you know
I'm much obliged, before I go."
"Don't mention it!" said Tired Tim.
"Don't interrupt me, please!" said Ferdinand Frog. "I haven't finished thanking you yet. That's only the first verse."
"How many more are there?" Tired Tim inquired with a yawn.
"Ninety-nine!" Mr. Frog answered. And he was somewhat surprised—and puzzled—when Tired Tim left him suddenly and plunged into the underbrush.