Mr. Frog was most uncomfortable—especially when Solomon looked at _him_.

“Everything’s all right, isn’t it?” he inquired.

Solomon Owl slowly shook his head.

“This is a queer coat!” he said. “What’s this bag at the top of it?”

“Oh!” exclaimed Mr. Frog. “That’s the hood! Knowing that you spend your
winters here in Pleasant Valley, I made a hood to go over your head....
You’ll find it very comfortable in cold weather—and it’s the latest style,
too. All the winter coats this year will have hoods, with holes to see
through, you know.”

Solomon Owl looked relieved at Mr. Frog’s explanation. But there was still
something more that appeared to trouble him.

“How shall I get into the coat?” he inquired. “It doesn’t open in front,
as it should.”

“Another cold-weather style!” Mr. Frog assured him. “It’s wind-proof! And
instead of buttoning the coat, you pull it on over your head.”

Solomon Owl said he didn’t like that style very well.

“Then I can easily change it,” the tailor told him. “But just try it on!”
he urged. “It may please you, after all.”

So Solomon Owl pulled the coat over his head. And it fell down about him,
almost reaching his feet. But the coat did not seem to suit him at all,