Almost right away he saw some tiny little dark spots on the water.
They didn't look like much of anything. They were so small that he
hadn't noticed them before. One of them was quite close to him, and as
Johnny Chuck looked at it, it began to look like a tiny nose, and
then--why, just then, Johnny was very sure that one of those singing
voices came right from that very spot!

He was so surprised that he hopped to his feet and excitedly beckoned
to Jerry Muskrat. The instant he did that, the voices near him stopped
singing, and the little spots on the water disappeared, leaving just
the tiniest of little rings, just such tiny little rings as drops of
rain falling on the Smiling Pool would make. And when that tiny spot
nearest to him that looked like a tiny nose disappeared, Johnny Chuck
caught just a glimpse of a little form under the water.

"Why--why-e-e! The singers are Grandfather Frog's children!" cried
Johnny Chuck.

"No, they're not, but they are own cousins to them; they are the
grandchildren of old Mr. Tree Toad! and they are called Hylas!" said
Jerry Muskrat, laughing and rubbing his hands in great glee. "I told
you that if you used your eyes, you'd learn to see."

"My, but they've got voices bigger than they are!" said Johnny Chuck,
as he started home across the Green Meadows. "I'm glad I know who the
singers of the Smiling Pool are, and I mustn't forget their name--
Hylas. What a funny name!" But Farmer Brown's boy, listening to their
song that evening, didn't call them Hylas. He said: "Hear the peepers!
Spring is surely here."