"I see you're a joker," he said. "And it really seems a pity," he went
on, "that a bright young fellow like you shouldn't wear the finest
clothes to be had anywhere. If you'll come to my shop I'll make you a
suit such as you never saw before in all your life."

"I'll come!" Brownie Beaver promised. "I'll be there at sunset."

And he went. Mr. Frog was waiting for him, with a broad smile on his
face. Any smile of his just had to be broad, because he had such a
wide mouth.

"Come right in!" Mr. Frog said. "I'll measure you at once." So Brownie
Beaver stepped inside Mr. Frog's shop to be measured for his new suit.

It was all over in a few minutes. Mr. Frog scratched some figures on a
flat stone. And then he went into the back room of his shop.

He stayed there a long time. And when he came into the front part
again he found Brownie Beaver still there.

"What are you waiting for?" Mr. Frog asked. He seemed surprised that
Brownie had not left.

"I'm waiting for my suit, of course," Brownie Beaver said.

"Oh! That won't be ready for three days," Mr. Frog told him. "I have
to make it, you know."

Brownie thought that Mr. Frog must be a slow worker; and he told him
as much.