“RUTH, HOLDING BELINDA TIGHTLY, DREW CLOSE TO THE EDGE OF THE BROOK”
“Family name?” said Ruth, sitting down on the edge of the stone. “I didn’t know frogs had family names.”
“There’s a great deal you don’t know,” said Mr. Rana, in his decided way.
“‘HOW’S THAT?’ AND WITH A SPLASH A BIG GREEN AND BROWN FROG LANDED ON THE STONE AT HER FEET”
“Maybe there is,” agreed Ruth, “but it isn’t very polite to tell me so.” Then, with a sudden thought, she added quickly, “Why, you are really talking.”
“Of course, I’m talking. Do you suppose it’s the first time?”
“‘I AM A FROG, OF COURSE, BUT MY FAMILY NAME IS RANA’”
“He’s dreadfully snappy,” Ruth whispered to Belinda.