Hop! squeak! there it was off again, right down the room with the children after it, till it suddenly came up against a table leg, and once more turned over on its back and lay quite still.
"Oh, Aunt Emma, is it a toy ?" asked Milly, who now felt brave enough to take it up and look at it.
"Well, Milly, I believe so--a very lively one.

Bring it here, and I'll tell you something about it." So the children brought it very cautiously, as if they were not quite sure what it would do next, and then Aunt Emma explained to them that she had once paid a visit to a shop in London where Japanese toys--toys made in the country of Japan--far away on the other side of the world--were sold, and that there she found master froggy.
"And there never was such a toy as froggy for a wet day," said Aunt Emma.

"I have tried him on all sorts of boys and girls, and he never fails.

He's as good a cure for a cross face as a poultice is for a sore finger.

But, Milly, listen! I declare there's something else going on in my bag.