But Mr. Frog did not agree with him.

"I'm very spry!" he claimed. "On the jump every minute!"

As Brownie started away, Mr. Frog called him back.

"I'd get a new hat if I were you," he suggested.

"What's the matter with this hat?" Brownie wanted to know. "It's a
beaver hat--one my great-grandfather used to wear. It's been in our
family a good many years and I'd hate to part with it."

"You needn't part with it," Mr. Frog said pleasantly. "Just don't wear
it--that's all! For it won't look well with the clothes I'm going to
make for you."

Then Brownie Beaver moved away once more. And again Mr. Frog stopped
him.

"I'd buy a collar if I were you," he said.

"What's the matter with this neckerchief?" Brownie Beaver demanded.
"It belonged to my great-grandmother."

"Then I'd be careful of it if I were you," Mr. Frog told him. "And
please get a stiff white collar to wear."

"Won't it get limp in the water?" Brownie asked, doubtfully.