Suddenly Don stopped and pointed to a big green frog
sitting on a lily pad in the middle of the creek.
"Oh-h-h!" exclaimed Joyce. Instantly there was a splash, and the frog
was gone. There were splashes all around, as other frogs disappeared in
the water.
The children hid behind the willows, and waited quietly for some time.
Soon they saw a big green fellow swim toward the lily pad and climb up
on it. Others began to swim about in the water, and a number of them
came out along the bank.
Suddenly Joyce caught sight of something else, which made her forget the
frogs. Just beyond the spot where the frog sat perched on a lily pad,
there was a lovely water lily in bloom.
"O Don," she whispered, "do you think we can get it?"
"I'd rather have the frog than the lily," answered Don.
"Yes, but you can't get him, you know," said Joyce. "Will you help me
to get to the lily?"
Don nodded, and came out from behind the willows where he had been
crouching. Instantly there was another splash, and Mr. Froggie was gone.
In a moment there was not a frog to be seen anywhere.
To get the lily, the children had to cross the creek and then step out
on an old log.
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