"You have come long before your sisters," said the Bees. "Nothing in all the garden is so sweet and beautiful as you." SWEET-PEA LAND Oh, have you been to Sweet-pea Land, Where little brown seeds once lay? And have you seen the tall green swings That cover that Land to-day? And have you seen in Sweet-pea Land The dear wee ladies who swing? They've blowing frocks of blue and pink As light as a silken wing. And have you smelt in Sweet-pea Land The scent the wee ladies throw From each to each, as up and down The wonderful green swings go? And have you heard in Sweet-pea Land The question-song of the bee? "Dear Lady Pink, Dear Lady Blue, Have you some honey for me?" Oh, come with me to Sweet-pea Land, Where little brown seeds once lay; Where green swings rock in the summer wind. And pretty wee ladies play. MRS. FROG, MR. FROG, AND THE LITTLE FROG "Do you mean to say I was ever like that?" asked Mrs. Frog. "Of course you were. We all were," said Mr. Frog. "I don't believe you," said Mrs. Frog. "Why, it is nothing but a little ball of jelly with a spot in it. How can it grow into a frog?" "Well, I don't know exactly how it does it," said Mr. Frog, "but you can see it is an egg, and eggs grow into the most wonderful things." "I am not going to believe this one will grow into a frog till I see it," said Mrs. Frog; and she swam away. The egg lay in the water under a lily leaf. It certainly did not look in the least like a frog; indeed, it did not at first seem alive at all. But the spot began to spread, and day by day it grew till at last a tiny tadpole came out of the jelly and hung on to the lily leaf. Mrs. Frog saw it, and called Mr. Frog to come and look. "You were wrong," she said. "It is not a frog. It is only a kind of wormy thing." "Give it time," said Mr. Frog. "We all began like that." "What nonsense you talk, Mr. Frog! If it's a frog, where is its head? Where is its mouth? Where are its legs? The thing is nothing but a jelly-worm stuck on a leaf. And you tell me I was once like that! I have no patience with you. I shall not stay to hear another word." Left to herself, the little tadpole dropped from the lily leaf and swam about in the water. In a day or two the head and mouth appeared, and funny, frilly breathing gills grew out from her sides. Then these went away and inside gills grew. A hard little beak grew on her mouth, just the thing for nibbling leaves and stalks. Now she spent all the day eating vegetable dinners and growing. How fast she grew, to be sure! Mrs. Frog came one day to see how she looked. "Do you call that a frog?" she asked Mr. Frog scornfully. "Whoever saw a frog with a tail? Or eating leaves? Or breathing like a fish?"