"You don't live in this neighborhood, do you?" Mr. Frog inquired.
"My home is beyond the Second Mountain," the stranger informed him.
And Ferdinand Frog was glad to hear that the huge fellow dwelt no nearer.
"What's your name, friend?" Mr. Frog then asked.
"My name——" the giant bird replied—"my name is G. B. Heron."
"'G. B.'!" Mr. Frog exclaimed, turning a pale green color. "What do those letters stand for? Not Grizzly Bear, I hope!" He had heard of—but had never seen—a Grizzly Bear; and for a moment he thought that perhaps he had met one at last.
But the stranger soon set his fresh fears at rest.
"My full name," he told Mr. Frog, "is Great Blue Heron. But plain Mr. Heron will do, when you address me."
"I hope I'll see you sooner the next time we meet," Mr. Frog said. And he resolved that he would keep a sharp eye out for Mr. Heron, so that he might have plenty of time to hide the moment he caught sight of him.
"There's no doubt that we'll meet again," Mr. Heron replied. "I expect to come here to live. And I flew over here to-day to look about a bit. . . . Are there many in your family?"