You will find them good." Jeanne took one and found it very good.

She would have taken another, but already a second tray-ful or leaf-ful was before her, with pinky-looking balls.
"Those are made from the sugar of water-brambles," remarked the frog, with a self-satisfied smile.

"No doubt you are surprised at the delicacy and refinement of our tastes.

Many human beings are under the deplorable mistake of supposing we live on slimy water and dirty insects--ha, ha, ha! whereas our cuisine is astounding in variety and delicacy of material and flavour.

If it were not too late in the season, I wish you could have tasted our mushroom pates and minnows' eggs vols-au-vent." "Thank you," said Hugh, "what we have had is very nice indeed." "I _couldn't_ eat minnows' eggs," whispered Jeanne, looking rather doubtfully at the succession of leaf trays that continued to appear.