"
"Did you get any fish?" Bunny asked.
"No," answered Sue slowly. "But there wasn't any fish in the pond. Mr.
Winkler came along and told us so, and we didn't fish any more. We
caught frogs."
"How?"
"In a tin can."
"We haven't any tin can now," went on Bunny, looking about the boat, as
if he would, perhaps, rather catch frogs than fishes.
"Don't try to get any frogs," Sue begged him. "They aren't any good to
eat."
"Their legs are!"
"Oh, they are not! I wouldn't eat frogs' legs. I'd eat chickens' legs
though, if they were cooked."
"So would I. But some folks do eat frogs legs. I heard Aunt Lu telling
mother so the other day."
"They must be funny people to eat frogs' legs," Sue exclaimed.
"But I won't catch any now," Bunny promised. "Where's the pin, Sue? So I
can make a hook."
"I'll take one out of my dress where a button's off," offered the little
girl. "Only you'll have to give the pin back to me after you stop
fishing, 'cause I'll have to pin my dress up again."
"S'posin' a fish swallers it?" Bunny asked.
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