"Now—" said Mr. Frog, when he had returned from the watering-trough—"now tell me, how do you like the overcoat I made for you?"  
And Kiddie Katydid, safe in his tree once more, and buttoned in Mr. Frog's gift, replied that it was the finest garment he had ever owned in all his life.
 
"Good!" said Mr. Frog. "And I dare say you've had many overcoats in your time, too."
 
Kiddie Katydid did not correct Mr. Frog's mistake. To tell the truth, he had never before had an overcoat on his back.
 
"I've come here to-night to deliver an important message to you," Mr. Frog went on. "And thinking the weather might be cooler than you liked, I made you that fine coat so you could stay out here in your tree and listen to what I have to tell you. . . . I hear—" he said—"I hear that you're a musician."
 
"Yes!" said Kiddie Katydid—for he knew well enough that Freddie Firefly could not have kept the secret.
 
"I hear that you're a fiddler," Mr. Frog added.
 
"Why, no! I've never played the !" Kiddie Katydid exclaimed. "I don't know how to do that."
 
"Well, how do you know that you can't, if you've never tried?" Mr. Frog retorted. "If you can play Katy did, Katy did; she did, she did, by rubbing your wing covers together, there's no knowing what you could do with a real fiddle and bow."[62]
 
"That's true," Kiddie admitted. "I never thought of that."
 
"Well," said Mr. Frog, who appeared greatly pleased with himself, "anyhow, I want you to join our singing society. Perhaps you've heard me and my friends over in the swamp. Almost every night we have a singing party there. And if you'll only agree to fiddle for us, while we sing, I venture to say that we'll h............