It was annoying, to say the least. And by the next morning the poor fellow was almost frantic.
He sought out Mr. Frog and explained how hard it was for him to learn to hold his breath.
"If you could only think of some way of making my wife hold hers too!" Long Bill moaned.
But Mr. Frog said at once that nobody could do that, and there was no use in trying.
"Why don't you," he asked, "go off by yourself in Cedar Swamp, and practice there?"
But Long Bill said that he ought not to stay away from home long enough to do that.
"Then there's only one way left for you," Mr. Frog decided. "You must practice at night, when your wife's asleep."
"A good idea!" Long Bill whispered. "I'll try it this very night!"
Bright and early the next morning Long Bill Wren found Mr. Frog a little way up the creek and told him that his night's practice had been a great success.