I _know_ they'll be bringing us that horrid green stuff for soup." "Thank you very much," said Hugh; "you are very kind indeed, Monsieur Frog, only, really, we're not hungry." "A little refreshment--a mere nothing," said the frog, waving his hands in an elegantly persuasive manner.

"Tadpoles"-- in a brisk, authoritative tone--"tadpoles, refreshments for our guests." Jeanne shivered, but nevertheless could not help watching with curiosity.

Scores of little tadpoles came hopping up the sides of the boat, each dozen or so of them carrying among them large water-lily leaves, on each of which curious and dainty-looking little cakes and bonbons were arranged.

The first that was presented to Jeanne contained neat little biscuits about the size of a half-crown piece, of a tempting rich brown colour.
"Flag-flour cakes," said the frog.

"We roast and grind the flour in our own mills.