He Bristled with Apologies
The Shrew-mouse cut him short.
"The King Toad has heard your singing," she said, "and has commanded your presence. The Natterjack will guide you."
Ambition strove with gallantry, and, for a time, the French Frog wavered.
"And have I your permission, Shrew-mouse?" he said, at last.
"Please go," said she, "then come and tell me all about it." So both departed. The Shrew-mouse watched them out of sight, then swam to open water. She wished the Rat to see her next.
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"Sire," said the Natterjack, "it is my privilege to inform you that I have been successful."
The King Toad made no answer. His eyes turned from the Natterjack to his companion, and, after an appropriate pause, he signed with one fore-foot.