Grandfather Frog chuckled until he shook all over.

"It's lucky for some of us that you are not in her place!" said he.
"Chug-a-rum! It certainly is lucky!"

"If I were, I would give you a handsome coat, too, Grandfather Frog,"
replied Peter.

Grandfather Frog suddenly swelled out with indignation. "Chug-a-rum!
Chug-a-rum! What's the matter with the coat I have got, Peter Rabbit?
Tell me that! Who's got a handsomer one?" Grandfather Frog glared with
his great, goggly eyes at Peter.

"I didn't mean to say that you haven't got a handsome coat. Your coat
_is_ handsome, very handsome indeed, Grandfather Frog," Peter hastened
to say. "I always did like green. I just love it! And I should think
you would be ever so proud of your white and yellow waistcoat. I would
if it were mine. What I meant to say is, that if I were in Old Mother
Nature's place, I would give some plain folks handsome suits.
Certainly, I wouldn't give such a rascal as Sammy Jay one of the
handsomest coats in all the Green Forest. Knowing Sammy as well as I
do, it is hard work to believe that he came by it honestly."

Grandfather Frog chuckled way down deep in his throat.

"Sammy came by it honestly enough, Peter. Yes, Sir, he came by it
honestly enough, because it was handed down to him by his father, who
got it from his father, who got it from his father, and so on, way
back to the days when the world was young, but--" Grandfather Frog