I really think, my dear bag, you might be quiet now that you have got rid of froggy! What can all this chattering be about?
Sh! sh!" and Aunt Emma held up her finger at the children, while she held the bag up to her ear, and listened carefully.

Olly was almost beside himself with excitement, but Milly had got his little brown hands tight in hers for fear he should make a jump at the bag.

"Yes," said Aunt Emma.

"It's just as I thought.

The bag declares it's not his fault at all, but that if I will give him such noisy creatures to carry I must take the consequences.