Old Mr. Crow flew into a terrible rage when he found, the next morning, that his committee had not called on Kiddie Katydid during the night. And when Chirpy Cricket told him that the weather was too cold for anybody to stay out late, Mr. Crow said "Nonsense! What about Mr. Frog?"  
That was a hard question to answer. And Chirpy Cricket was so afraid of angry Mr. Crow that he hid himself among the roots of a of grass.
 
Now, the fact that Mr. Frog had been away from his shop the night before set Mr. Crow to worrying.
 
"That slippery tailor has been up to some mischief," Mr. Crow declared. "And if he has played a trick on me I'll never hear the last of it."
 
The old gentleman was so disturbed that he quite lost his appetite during the rest of the day. And he moped and about, hoping for the best, but fearing the worst. One thing that made him especially uneasy was the fact that when he called on Mr. Frog he found the tailor in a gayer mood than he had ever known him to be in.
 
Mr. Frog bounded about his shop like a rubber ball. And the worst of it was, he would sing, although Mr. Crow begged him, with tears in his eyes, to stop.
 
"What's the matter?" Mr. Frog asked him. "Don't you like my voice? Or is it the songs I sing? I've a new one that I'd like to sing for you. It's about one of the Katydid family; and I'm sure you'll enjoy hearing it."
 
But Mr. Crow wouldn't stay there any longer. With a loud squawk of rage he away. He was sure, then, that Mr. Frog had tricked him.
 
That night Mr. Crow's committee called on Kiddie Katydid. It was a fine, warm, moonlight night. And as they drew near Farmer Green's place they could hear Kiddie's music, even while they were still a quarter of a mile away.
 
"He plays bette............