“I shall be as stiff as a board to-morrow,” said Rosalie, laying her tired arms upon the arms of the chair.
“No; my master sent down that little bottle on the mantelpiece for you. You must take it before you go to bed, and you will be all right in the morning—so far as stiffness is concerned, anyway. We don’t go in for torture here, but we believe in hard work—very hard work sometimes.”
When the meal was finished the frog said:
“Now, if you will take this arm-chair by the fireplace, I will remove the table.”
She did so, and was surprised to see that when the frog pulled a small knob in the wall the whole table, which, however, was not large, disappeared through an opening partition, and left the room clear.
“If you want to read or study, you must draw that writing-desk nearer,” continued her instructor.
“I don’t want to do anything to-night. I’m so tired, I think I’ll go to bed early.”
“That wouldn’t be a bad plan, seeing you have only been at work one day, and find it all so strange. You’ll be more accustomed to it to-morrow, and get more done.”
“Yes,” said Rosalie; “I’m all impatience to be finished. It is such dreary work, and I’m quite inquisitive about the seeds. I wonder whether they’ll grow up roses, or lilies, or nasturtiums, or dahlias, or hyacinths, or chrysanthemums, or what?”
“Don’t you know much about seeds?”