“Whydon’tyougetsomenewclothes?” ItwasMr.Frogthataskedthequestion;andheaskeditofBrownieBeaver,whowasatworkontopofhishouse. Mr.Froghadbeenhidingamongthelilypads,watchingBrownie. ButBrowniehadn’tnoticedhimuntilhestuckhisheadoutofthewaterandspoke. AtfirstMr.Frog’squestionmadeBrownieabitpeevish. “What’sthematterwithmyclothes?”heaskedhotly. “There’snothingthematterwiththem—nothingatall,”saidMr.Frog—“exceptthattheyarenotasbecomingtoyouastheymightbe. Ofcourse,”headded,ashesawthatBrownieBeaverwasfrowning,“youlookhandsomeinthem. Butyou’venoideahowyou’dlookinclothesofmymaking.” BrownieBeaverfeltmoreagreeableassoonasMr.Froghadtoldhimwhathemeant. “Doyoumakeclothes?”heinquired. “I’matailor,”Mr.Frogreplied.“AndI’vejustopenedashopattheupperendofthepond.” “What’sthematterwithmytail?”Browniesnapped.Hewasangryagain. ThenMr.Frogexplainedthatatailormadesuits. “We’venothingtodowithtails,”hesaid—“unlessit’scoat-tails.” “Whataboutcattails?”Brownieasked.“You’reprettyclosetosomerightnow.Soyoucanhardlysayyouhavenothingtodowiththem.” “Iseeyou’reajoker,”hesaid.“Anditreallyseemsapity,”hewenton,“thatabrightyoungfellowlikeyoushouldn’twearthefinestclothestobehadanywhere. Ifyou’llcometomyshopI’llmakeyouasuitsuchasyouneversawbeforeinallyourlife.” “I’llcome!”BrownieBeaverpromised.“I’llbethereatsunset.” Andhewent.Mr.Frogwaswaitingforhim,withabroadsmileonhisface.Anysmileofhisjusthadtobebroad,becausehehadsuchawidemouth. “Comerightin!”Mr.Frogsaid.“I’llmeasureyouatonce.”SoBrownieBeaversteppedinsideMr.Frog’sshoptobemeasuredforhisnewsuit. Itwasalloverinafewminutes.Mr.Frogscratchedsomefiguresonaflatstone.Andthenhewentintothebackroomofhisshop. Hestayedtherealongtime.AndwhenhecameintothefrontpartagainhefoundBrownieBeaverstillthere. “Whatareyouwaitingfor?”Mr.Frogasked.HeseemedsurprisedthatBrowniehadnotleft. “I’mwaitingformysuit,ofcourse,”BrownieBeaversaid. “Oh!Thatwon’tbereadyforthreedays,”Mr.Frogtoldhim.“Ihavetomakeit,youknow.” BrowniethoughtthatMr.Frogmustbeaslowworker;andhetoldhimasmuch. ButMr.Frogdidnotagreewithhim. “I’mveryspry!”heclaimed.“Onthejumpeveryminute!” AsBrowniestartedaway,Mr.Frogcalledhimback. “I’dgetanewhatifIwereyou,”hesuggested. “What’sthematterwiththishat?”Browniewantedtoknow.“It’sabeaverhat—onemygreat-grandfatherusedtowear.It’sbeeninourfamilyagoodmanyyearsandI’dhatetopartwithit.” “Youneedn’tpartwithit,”Mr.Frogsaidpleasantly.“Justdon’twearit—that’sall!Foritwon’tlookwellwiththeclothesI’mgoingtomakeforyou.” ThenBrownieBeavermovedawayoncemore.AndagainMr.Frogstoppedhim. “I’dbuyacollarifIwereyou,”hesaid. “What’sthematterwiththisneckerchief?”BrownieBeaverdemanded.“Itbelongedtomygreat-grandmother.” “ThenI’dbecarefulofitifIwereyou,”Mr.Frogtoldhim.“Andpleasegetastiffwhitecollartowear.” “Won’titgetlimpinthewater?”Brownieasked,doubtfully. “Getacelluloidone,ofcourse,”Mr.Frogreplied.“That’stheonlykindofcollaryououghttowear.” SoBrownieBeaverleftthetailor-shop.Andhewasfeelingquiteunhappy. Hehadalwaysbeensatisfiedwithhisclothes. Butnowhebegantodislikeeverythinghehadon. Andhecouldhardlywaitforthreedaytopass,hewasinsuchahurryforMr.Frogtofinishhisnewsuit. 
