The door of Mr. Frog’s tailor’s shop was shut and locked. And on it there
was a sign, which said:

TO LET

“He’s moved away!” cried Solomon Owl. And he went off feeling that he had
been cheated out of a good dinner—to say nothing of a new waistcoat—and
new trousers, too.

He had not been gone long when the door opened. And Mr. Frog leaped nimbly
outside. He took the sign off the door; and sitting down cross-legged upon
the bank, he began to sew upon Jasper Jay’s new blue suit, while his face
wore a wider smile than ever.

He had suddenly decided not to let his shop, after all.





VI
SOLOMON NEEDS A CHANGE


For some time Solomon Owl had known that a queer feeling was coming over
him. And he could not think what it meant. He noticed, too, that his
appetite was leaving him. Nothing seemed to taste good any more.

So at last, one fine fall evening he went to see Aunt Polly Woodchuck, who