"That's it!" Mr. Frog exclaimed. "It's worn out. You'll have to pull it off and use a fresh one."
XXIII
MR. FROG RUNS AWAY
It may have been Mr. Frog's words that dismayed Long Bill Wren, or it may have been his manner—or perhaps both. Anyhow, Long Bill looked frightened.
"Where can I get a fresh skin if I pull off the one I'm wearing?" he wanted to know.
"Why, there's another skin just beneath your old one," Mr. Frog informed him glibly. "Just pull hard and you'll see that I know what I'm talking about."
But Long Bill was puzzled.
"I—I don't know where to begin," he stammered.
"Maybe you need help," Mr. Frog suggested.