nothing else to do, he went to sleep.

When he awoke, about an hour before sunset, he couldn't think at first
what made his feet feel so heavy. He thought he must be ill--until he
remembered about the stones being tied to his feet.

Then he looked down. And to his great surprise and joy there were his
feet sticking out of his trousers, just as they ought to stick out!

Brownie untied the stones. He had not supposed his legs would stretch
so quickly as that. And he told himself that Mr. Frog was a good
tailor. He certainly knew his business. Now, as a matter of fact, Mr.
Frog was a very careless person. He had thrown away Brownie's
measurements _before_ he made his clothes, instead of _afterwards_.
And he had made the new suit entirely by guesswork. It was only
natural that he would make some mistake; and so he had cut the
trousers entirely too long.

When he discovered that, he wanted to get Brownie out of his shop. And
what happened next was simply this: After Brownie's trousers were wet
in the pond, they dried while he was sleeping. And while they were
drying they were shrinking at the same time.

Though Brownie Beaver didn't know it, his legs had not stretched at
all. They were exactly the same length they had always been.

THE END