"What's the matter?" Mr. Frog inquired. "Are you getting tired?"
"No—not tired," Mr. Heron told him.
"Are your eyes troubling you?" the tailor asked him.
"No—I can see well enough," Mr. Heron replied. "But I'm beginning to feel a bit faint. And I think I've made enough button-holes for one day."
But Mr. Frog said that he had a special suit which he was making for somebody. And he begged Mr. Heron to make the button-holes in that too.
Mr. Heron frowned. But presently he yielded, telling Mr. Frog to hurry, for he had another matter to attend to.
So the tailor leaped into his shop once more. And for a few moments he was very busy, arranging another strip of cloth so that the stranger might make button-holes in it.
When all was ready Mr. Heron stepped up to do his work. He was just about to strike, when he suddenly paused.
"Who's going to have this suit?" he asked the tailor.
"Mr. Fish Hawk," said the tailor. "Do you know him?"