Mr. Frog led the angry Beaver¹ around to the front of his shop, while the others followed, and pointed² to his sign.  
"There!" he said. "Don't you see that I claim to be an unfashionable tailor? You'll have to keep that suit, and pay me for it, too. And so will everybody else."
 
But the whole Beaver family cried out that they objected. "No one ever pays his tailor," they told Mr. Frog. "It's not the fashionable thing to do."
 
Even then Ferdinand Frog continued to smile at them. He was such an agreeable chap![83]
 
"I know it's not fashionable now," he admitted, "but it will be five years from now. And since it's my way to collect on delivery, I'll thank you to step up one at a time and pay me. . . . And please don't crowd!" he added.
 
There was really no need of that last warning, because nobody made a move.
 
Mr. Frog, however, was not dismayed. He leaped suddenly into the air and alighted directly in front of a Beaver known among his friends as Stingy Steve—the very one to whom Mr. Frog had just shown his sign.
 
"Pay up, please!" Ferdinand Frog said.
 
"How much do I owe you?" the uneasy Beaver asked him.
 
"Sixty!" Mr. Frog told him, with a grin.
 
Stingy Steve thrust his hand inside the[84] pocket of his new trousers, from which he slowly drew one of Mr. Frog's tape-measures—of which the tailor had at least a dozen. Mr. Frog was always tucking them away in odd places.
 
"Here!" Stingy Steve cried. "Here's your pay—sixty inches, neither more nor less!"
 
But Ferdinand Frog only laughed and told him that he didn't mean inches. That, he explained, was no pay at all.
 
"I know," Stingy Steve rep............