Mr. Frog reached home just as the sun peeped over the hills. He slipped hastily out of the water, sprang up the bank of the , and in three jumps landed on the roof of his tailor's shop. There he , while his queer, eyes scanned the sky in every direction. He was watching for Mr. Crow, and all but bursting with the news that he had for the old gentleman.  
Mr. Frog had not sat there long before he heard a Caw, caw! in the distance.
 
"There he is!" cried the tailor aloud. "There's the old boy! He'll be in sight in a moment."
 
And sure enough! soon Mr. Crow flapped out of the woods and came sailing over the meadows.
 
Thereupon Mr. Frog set up a great . And to his delight his elderly friend heard him calling and dropped down at once.
 
"I've some news for you," Mr. Frog announced, as soon as the old black scamp alighted near him.
 
"It'll have to keep," Mr. Crow replied. "I'm on my way to the cornfield. I haven't had my breakfast yet. And a person of my age has to eat his meals regularly."
 
The tailor looked slightly disappointed.
 
"I don't know whether the news will keep or not," he replied slyly. "It's very important. And I may have to tell it to someone else first if you don't care to hear it now."
 
"What's your news about?" Mr. Crow asked him gruffly. "I suppose you've made another suit for somebody. And you remember I told you I couldn't put that news in my newspaper any more unless you paid me something. It's . And nobody gets free advertising."
 
"This news is something different from anything you've ever heard," Mr. Frog insisted. "It's about Kiddie Katydid. He's a——"
 
"Wait till I come back from the cornfield!" Mr. Crow pleaded.
 
"I can't! I simply must tell it now!" Mr. Frog cried.
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