"We might practice breathing, as Father Frog advised," suggested Taddy; "let's go to the top of the water and see who can keep his head out the longer."
This new game interested the tadpoles very much, and in a week's time they began really to enjoy the air.
"I can stay out a long while now," announced Taddy triumphantly, "and since my front legs appeared I can jump quite high."
"Our tails are quite gone," said Pollie, "and I don't know but that it is an improvement. I think I like legs better than tails, and hopping is much more fun than swimming. Some day I mean to hop up on that wet stone where Father Frog sits so often. Wouldn't he be surprised to see me there?"
"What fun!" exclaimed Taddy. "Try it now. There, you did it! Oh, Pollie, how fine you look! Do you like it up there? I'm coming, too, Pollie. Hurrah!"
"Ho, ho!" chuckled Father Frog from the land. "Are you ready for the concert, little frogs?"
Taddy and Pollie looked at each other in astonishment.
"Are we frogs?" they cried.
"Why, yes."
"Oh, Taddy, and you have your green suit!"