“Let me read you something,” and then the wise old bird turned to page 23 and began:
“The sun in the winter time rises late,
Sometimes it’s sixty minutes to eight;
But when the summer time comes once more,
He often gets up at half-past four.”
And, oh, dear me! This made Granddaddy dreadfully angry.
“You don’t understand what I mean,” he said, and in the next story you shall hear what the old gentleman frog really meant to say.
BOBBIE REDVEST
Now, let me see where we left off in the last story. Oh, yes; now I remember. Professor Jim Crow had just corrected Granddaddy Bullfrog, who was dreadful angry to think that he had made a mistake in saying the sun got up every morning at the same time. And, just as he was going to say something more, a little tadpole swam up to the log and called out:
“Granddaddy Bullfrog, please take care,