[Illustration: "That's just what I'm afraid of!" croaked Grandfather
Frog. _Page 109_.]
"That's just what I am afraid of!" croaked Grandfather Frog. "He is sure
to see me if he comes for a drink, for there is no place for me to
hide."
"Perhaps he won't come," said one of the Little Breezes hopefully.
"If he does come, you can hide under the piece of shingle, and then he
won't know you are here at all," said another.
Grandfather Frog brightened up. "That's so!" said he. "That's a good
idea, and I'll try it."
Then one of the Merry Little Breezes promised to keep watch for Farmer
Brown's boy, and all the others started off on another hunt for some one
to help Grandfather Frog out of this new trouble.
XXII
GRANDFATHER FROG'S TROUBLES GROW
Head first in; no way out;
It's best to know what you're about!
Grandfather Frog had had plenty of time to realize how very true this
is. As he sat on the old shingle which the Merry Little Breezes had
blown into the spring where he was a prisoner, he thought a great deal
about that little word "if." _If_ he hadn't left the Smiling Pool, _if_
he hadn't been stubborn and set in his ways, _if_ he hadn't been in such
a hurry, _if_ he had looked to see where he was leaping--well, any one
of these _ifs_ would have kept him out of his present trouble.
It really wasn't so bad in the spring.
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