For a long time after he took the measurements of the Beaver¹ family Mr. Frog kept carefully out of sight. Though several of the Beavers² visited his shop every day, they always found the door locked and the shades drawn³. But from various odd sounds—such as giggles⁴ and titters and snickers—which they heard by listening at the keyhole, they knew that the tailor was inside.  
To all their knocks and calls, however, Mr. Frog made no other response. He was working busily, and he did not want to be interrupted.[78]
 
At last, to the delight of everybody, a notice appeared one evening upon Mr. Frog's door, which said:
 
TO-MORROW WILL BE
FITTING-DAY
Well, never was such excitement known in the Beaver family—unless it was when the great freshet came, and almost washed away the dam. And it was lucky there was no freshet upon Mr. Frog's fitting-day, for there would have been no one except the women and children to do any work. Some of the young dandies even spent the night right in front of Mr. Frog's tailor's shop, in order to be among the first to try on their new clothes, which were to be five years ahead of the times.
 
When Mr. Frog opened his door bright[79] and early the following morning he had to beg his eager customers to keep order.
 
"There's a suit here for everybody," he announced. "But if you crowd into my shop I may get the garments mixed. And that would be terrible."
 
So the Beaver gentlemen were as quiet and orderly as they could be. But as for Mr. Frog himself, he jumped around as if he were ............