Threedayshadpassed.AndassoonashehadfinishedhisbreakfastBrownieBeaverhastenedtothetailor-shopofMr.Frog,whohadbeenmakinghimasuitofclothes. MuchtoBrownie’sdisappointment,hefoundthatMr.Frog’sdoorwaslocked.Buthesatdownonthedoorstepandwaitedalongtime.AndatlastMr.Frogappeared. AfterbiddingBrownieBeavergood-morning,Mr.Frogyawnedwidely,remarkingthathehadbeenoutlatethenightbefore,“atasinging-party,”hesaid.“WhatcanIdoforyou?”heaskedBrownieBeaver. “Youcanletmehavemynewsuitofclothes,”Brownietoldhim. “Youmustbemistaken,”Mr.Frogreplied.“Idon’trememberyou.I’mnotmakinganysuitforyou.” AtthatBrownieBeaverbecamemuchexcited. “Why—”heexclaimed—”Iwasherethreedaysagoandyoumeasuredme....Don’tyouknowmenow?”heasked. “SorrytosayIdon’t,”wasMr.Frog’sanswer. BrownieBeaverwasdesperate.Hehadlookedforwardeagerlytohavinghisnewsuit.Andhewanteditatonce. “Youadvisedmetogetanewhatandacollar,”Brownieremindedhim. “Ah!That’sit!”hecried.“You’rewearingthemnow;andit’snowonderIdidn’trecognizeyou.Youlooktenyearsyounger.” “I’mnottenyet,”hesaid.“SoifIlooktenyearsyounger,Imustappearveryyoungindeed.” “Thenewclotheswillfixthat,”Mr.Frogassuredhim. “Butyoujusttoldmeyouwerenotmakingasuitforme,”saidBrownie. “Quitetrue,too!”answeredMr.Frog—“becauseit’sallfinished.So,ofcourse,I’mnotmakingitnow.” Theyhadsteppedinsidetheshop.AndMr.FrogcarefullytooksomegarmentsoffapegandspreadthembeforeBrownieBeaver. “There!”hesaidwithanairofpride.“Thefinestsuityoueversaw!” “I’llslipiton,”saidBrownie. “Oh!Iwouldn’tdothat!”Mr.Frogtoldhim.“Youmightstretchit.” ButnothingcouldhavekeptBrownieBeaveroutofhisnewsuit.Hescrambledintoitquickly,whilethetailorstoodbywithaworriedlookuponhisface. “Thecoatseemstobeallright,”Brownieremarked. “Butthere’ssomethingwrongwiththetrousers.Ican’tseemyfeet!” Hebentoverandgazeddownwherehisfeetoughttohavebeen.Buttheyhadvanished. Andanendofeachtrouser-legtrailedonthefloor.“Thesetrousersaretoolong!”Browniedeclared. “Thenyoustretchedthem,puttingthemon,”Mr.Frogsaid.“Iwarnedyou,youknow.” “Iwasverycareful,”Browniesaid.“I’msureitcan’tbethat.” “Thenyourlegsaretooshort,”Mr.Frogtoldhimglibly.“TheylooktometobemuchshorterthantheywerewhenImeasuredyou.” “Mylegs—”BrownieBeaverexclaimed—”mylegsareexactlythesamelengththeywerethreedaysago!You’vemadeamistake,Mr.Frog.That’swhat’sthematterwiththesetrousers!” “Imadethemaccordingtoyourmeasurements,”heinsisted. “Letmeseeyourfigures!”BrownieBeavercried. ButMr.Frogshookhisheadagain. “Idon’tdobusinessthatway,”heexplained.“AssoonasI’vefinishedasuitIthrowawaythestoneonwhichI’vewrittenthemeasurements.Itsavestrouble,ifthere’sanycomplaintafterwards.” “Well!”saidBrownie.“Whatcanwedoaboutthis?Ican’twearthetrousersastheyare.” “You’llhavetogetyourlegsstretched,”Mr.Frogtoldhim. “Justtieastonetoeachfootandwearthetrousersforafewdays. Assoonasyouseeyourfeet,takeoffthestones....It’ssimpleenough.” HehelpedtiesomeheavystonestoBrownie’sfeet.AndthenBrownieswamaway. Now,swimmingwithyourfeetweightedlikethatisnoeasymatter.ButBrowniemanagedtoreachhome. Hestayedthere,too,fortherestoftheday,becauseitwashardforhimtomoveabout. Andsincehehadnothingelsetodo,hewenttosleep. Whenheawoke,aboutanhourbeforesunset,hecouldn’tthinkatfirstwhatmadehisfeetfeelsoheavy.Hethoughthemustbeill—untilherememberedaboutthestonesbeingtiedtohisfeet. Thenhelookeddown.Andtohisgreatsurpriseandjoytherewerehisfeetstickingoutofhistrousers,justastheyoughttostickout! Brownieuntiedthestones.Hehadnotsupposedhislegswouldstretchsoquicklyasthat. AndhetoldhimselfthatMr.Frogwasagoodtailor.Hecertainlyknewhisbusiness. Now,asamatteroffact,Mr.Frogwasaverycarelessperson. HehadthrownawayBrownie’smeasurementsbeforehemadehisclothes,insteadofafterwards. Andhehadmadethenewsuitentirelybyguesswork. Itwasonlynaturalthathewouldmakesomemistake;andsohehadcutthetrousersentirelytoolong. Whenhediscoveredthat,hewantedtogetBrownieoutofhisshop. Andwhathappenednextwassimplythis:AfterBrownie’strouserswerewetinthepond,theydriedwhilehewassleeping. Andwhiletheyweredryingtheywereshrinkingatthesametime. ThoughBrownieBeaverdidn’tknowit,hislegshadnotstretchedatall.Theywereexactlythesamelengththeyhadalwaysbeen. 
