[CHAPTER XXIII]
Mr. Hop Toad Hops In
SHE worked away very hard for half an hour.
“My,” she thought, “this is such warm work I guess I’ll take a little rest,” and she sat down under the tree nearby.
She was just going to sleep when she thought she heard someone speak. Yes, it was Feather Flop, and he seemed to be arguing with someone.
“He wouldn’t talk to a stranger,” thought Mary Frances, “I wonder who it is. I don’t dare peep, for fear they’ll stop talking if they see me.”
Pretty soon the voices came nearer.
“I tell you,” Feather Flop was saying in a boastful tone, “I tell you I am of the greatest benefit to the garden.”