The toad in the picture was exactly like Christopher's toad, and he ran about the house with the book in his arms begging us to read him the story about Dear Toady.
We were all busy but Arthur, and he said, "I want to go on with my water-wheel." But Mother said, "Don't be selfish, Arthur." And he said, "I forgot.

All right, Chris; bring me the book." So they went and sat in the conservatory, not to disturb any one.

But very soon they came back, Chris crying, and saying, "It couldn't be the right one, Arthur;" and Arthur frowning, and saying, "It _is_ the right story; but it's _stuff_.

I'll tell you what that book's good for, Chris.

To paint the pictures.