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friend, the great organist, was to play in the city; and as I had not heard him for some time, of course I must go. So when the appointed night came, I shut Master Frisky securely, as I thought, in the barn, and started for town.

It was a fine evening in early spring; and I walked slowly, enjoying the beauties of the fresh green earth as I went. A will-o'-the-wisp was dancing over the meadows, and a chorus of frogs was singing away with might and main,—the shrill piping of mother frog and the deep bass of father frog, with a host of aunts and cousins, all singing their merry spring song.

My thoughts were very pleasant; but they would have been entirely different, had I looked behind me and seen a naughty little dog following, stopping when I stopped, and going on when I did, and always keeping just out of sight.

I had no sooner left Master Frisky in the barn than he began wondering where his master