Brownie.

"Quite true, too!" answered Mr. Frog--"because it's all finished. So,
of course, I'm not making it now."

They had stepped inside the shop. And Mr. Frog carefully took some
garments off a peg and spread them before Brownie Beaver.

"There!" he said with an air of pride. "The finest suit you ever saw!"

"I'll slip it on," said Brownie.

"Oh! I wouldn't do that!" Mr. Frog told him. "You might stretch it."

But nothing could have kept Brownie Beaver out of his new suit. He
scrambled into it quickly, while the tailor stood by with a worried
look upon his face.

"The coat seems to be all right," Brownie remarked. "But there's
something wrong with the trousers. I can't see my feet!" He bent over
and gazed down where his feet ought to have been. But they had
vanished. And an end of each trouser-leg trailed on the floor. "These
trousers are too long!" Brownie declared.

"Then you stretched them, putting them on," Mr. Frog said. "I warned
you, you know."

"I was very careful," Brownie said. "I'm sure it can't be that."

"Then your legs are too short," Mr. Frog told him glibly. "They look