“I guess so. An’ he heard a voice singin’ out, ’Knee deep! Knee deep! Knee deep!’”
William gave a startling imitation of the peepers: his voice was a high, shrill wail.
“’Oh, well,’ s’ he, ‘’f it’s just knee deep I’ll wade through,’ an’ he starts in.
“Just then he hears a big feller singin’ out, ‘Better go rrrround! Better go rrround! better-goround!’”
William rolled out a vibrating bass note that startled the bull-frogs themselves.
“’Lord!’ says he, ‘is it s’deep’s that? Well, I’ll go round, then.’ ’N’ off he starts to walk around.
“’Knee deep! Knee deep! Knee deep!’ says the peepers.
“An’ there it was. Soon’s he’d start to do one thing, they’d tell him another. Make up his mind he couldn’t, so he stands there still, they do say, askin’ ’em every night which he better do.”
“Stands where?” Ardelia looked fearfully behind her.
“Oh, I d’know. Out in that swamp, mebbe.”