"We've finished the songs for to-night," they told him. "We're ready for the supper now. . . . Where is it?"
"Supper?" Mr. Frog faltered, as his jaw dropped. "What supper?"
"The supper you're going to give us!" the whole company shouted. "You know—don't you?—that we have just made a rule for new members: they're to furnish a banquet."
Ferdinand Frog's eyes seemed to bulge further out of his head than ever.
"I—I never heard of this before!" he stammered.
"Didn't Tired Tim tell you about our new rule?" somebody inquired. "It was his own idea."
"He never said a word to me about it!" Ferdinand Frog declared with a loud laugh. "And I can't give you a supper, for I haven't one ready."
"Then we'll postpone it until to-morrow night," the company told him hopefully.
"What does your rule say?" Ferdinand Frog rolled his eyes as he put the question to them.
"It says that the banquet must take place the first night the new member is present," a fat gentleman replied.