She was not over and above sure of Dudu even now.
The boat moved along for some time; the pass between the hills was dark and gloomy, and though the water got wider, as Jeanne had seen, it would not for some distance have been possible for the children to row.

After a time it suddenly grew much lighter; they came out from the narrow pass and found themselves but a few yards from a sheet of still water with trees all round it--a sort of mountain lake it seemed, silent and solitary, and reflecting back from its calm bosom the soft, silvery, even radiance which since they came out from the door on the hillside had been the children's only light.
And in the middle of this lake lay a little island--a perfect nest of trees, whose long drooping branches hung down into the water.
"Oh, do let us row on to the island," said Jeanne eagerly, for by this time the frogs had drawn them to the edge of the lake; there could no longer be any difficulty in rowing for themselves.
"First, any way, we must thank the frogs," said Hugh, standing up.

He would have taken off his cap if he had had one on; as it was, he could only bow politely.
As he did so, each frog turned round so as to face him, and each gave a little bob of the head, which, though not very graceful, was evidently meant as an acknowledgment of Hugh's courtesy.
"They are very polite frogs," whispered Hugh.

"Jeanne, do stand up and bow to them too." Jeanne, who all this time had been sitting with her feet tucked up under her, showed no inclination to move.
"I don't like to stand up," she said, "for fear the frogs should run up my legs.

But I can thank them just as well sitting down.