So you are a goin' to make your two nice pretty little smart boys a pair of colony frogs, eh?
Oh! do, by all means.
"You'll have great comfort in 'em, Squire.

Monstrous comfort.

It will do your old heart good to go down to the edge of the pond on the fust of May, or thereabouts, accordin' to the season, jist at sun down, and hear 'em sing.

You'll see the little fellers swell out their cheeks, and roar away like young suckin' thunders.

For the frogs beat all natur there for noise; they have no notion of it here at all.