If you think I am such a cruel old woman as to shut up a poor poll-parrot in a bag, there's no help for it, we must open the bag.

But it's a very curious bag--I wouldn't stand too near it if I were you." Click! went the fastening of the bag, and out jumped--what do you think?
Why, the very biggest frog that was ever seen, in this part of the world at any rate, a green speckled frog, that hopped on to Aunt Emma's knee, and then on to the floor, where it went hopping and squeaking along the carpet, till all of a sudden, when it got to the door, it turned over on its back, and lay there quite quiet with its legs in the air.
The children followed it with looks half of horror, half of amazement.
"What is it, Aunt Emma?
Is it alive ?" asked Milly, jumping on to a chair as the frog came near her, and drawing her little skirts tight round her legs, while Olly went cautiously after it, with his hands on his knees, one step at a time.
"You'd better ask it," said Aunt Emma, who had at last begun to laugh a little, as if it was impossible to keep grave any longer.

"I'm sure it looks very peaceable just now, poor thing." So the children crept up to it, and examined it closely.

Yes, it was a green speckled frog, but what it was made of, and whether it was alive, and if it was not alive how it managed to hop and squeak--these were the puzzles.
"Take hold of it, Milly," said Mr.Norton, who had just come up from his work, and was standing laughing near the door.

"Turn it over on its legs again." "No, I'll turn it," cried Olly, making a dash, and turning it over in a great hurry, keeping his legs and feet well out of the way.