making a hideous clamour. Some of our oldest frog families couldn't stand it at all. There began to be nervous breakdowns among the tadpoles, and they moved away to new homes. I never approved of the pond being named for Gissing. He was a wild noisy fellow, and I can't understand how he became so famous. We were well rid of him."
"What became of him?" asked one of the younger animals.
"He snapped at some of the neighbours' children and he was taken to Bide-a-Wee," said Basso, and there was a thoughtful silence.
"It may not have been altogether his fault," the old frog added. "Mr. Mistletoe put him into a book, and it went to his head."
"Don't let's any of us get put into a book unless we write it ourselves," said Donny anxiously. "Then we can really tell the truth about things."
"Well, Gissing Pond went on in its quiet way," said Basso. "In winter they used it for skating, it was as good as having a private rink. There were snow-shovelling parties, and bonfires on the shore of the pond, and little star-patterns on the clear ice where the children had sat down
