"What are you waiting for?" Mr. Frog asked. He seemed surprised that Brownie had not left. "I'm waiting for my suit, of course," Brownie Beaver said. "Oh! That won't be ready for three days," Mr. Frog told him. "I have to make it, you know." Brownie thought that Mr. Frog must be a slow worker; and he told him as much. But Mr. Frog did not agree with him. "I'm very spry!" he claimed. "On the jump every minute!" As Brownie started away, Mr. Frog called him back. "I'd get a new hat if I were you," he suggested. "What's the matter with this hat?" Brownie wanted to know. "It's a beaver hat--one my great-grandfather used to wear. It's been in our family a good many years and I'd hate to part with it." "You needn't part with it," Mr. Frog said pleasantly. "Just don't wear it--that's all! For it won't look well with the clothes I'm going to make for you." Then Brownie Beaver moved away once more. And again Mr. Frog stopped him. "I'd buy a collar if I were you," he said. "What's the matter with this neckerchief?" Brownie Beaver demanded. "It belonged to my great-grandmother." "Then I'd be careful of it if I were you," Mr. Frog told him. "And please get a stiff white collar to wear." "Won't it get limp in the water?" Brownie asked, doubtfully. "Get a celluloid one, of course," Mr. Frog replied. "That's the only kind of collar you ought to wear." So Brownie Beaver left the tailor-shop. And he was feeling quite unhappy. He had always been satisfied with his clothes. But now he began to dislike everything he had on. And he could hardly wait for three day to pass, he was in such a hurry for Mr. Frog to finish his new suit. XIX THE NEW SUIT Three days had passed. And as soon as he had finished his breakfast Brownie Beaver hastened to the tailor-shop of Mr. Frog, who had been making him a suit of clothes. Much to Brownie's disappointment, he found that Mr. Frog's door was locked. But he sat down on the doorstep and waited a long time. And at last Mr. Frog appeared. After bidding Brownie Beaver good-morning, Mr. Frog yawned widely, remarking that he had been out late the night before, "at a singing-party," he said. "What can I do for you?" he asked Brownie Beaver. "You can let me have my new suit of clothes," Brownie told him. "You must be mistaken," Mr. Frog replied. "I don't remember you. I'm not making any suit for you." At that Brownie Beaver became much excited. "Why--" he exclaimed--"I was here three days ago and you measured me.... Don't you know me now?" he asked. "Sorry to say I don't," was Mr. Frog's answer. Brownie Beaver was desperate. He had looked forward eagerly to having his new suit. And he wanted it at once. "You advised me to get a new hat and a collar," Brownie reminded him. Mr. Frog smiled. "Ah! That's it!" he cried. "You're wearing them now; and it's no wonder I didn't recognize you. You look ten years younger." Brownie Beaver was puzzled.