    The Mother-Frog had once been a traveler. She happened to be in the water-bucket when it was drawn up, but the light became too strong for her, and she got a pain in her eyes. Fortunately she scrambled out of the bucket; but she fell into the water with a terrible flop, and had to lie sick for three days with pains in her back. She certainly had not much to tell of the things above, but she knew this, and all the Frogs knew it, that the well was not all the world. The Mother-Toad might have told this and that, if she had chosen, but she never answered when they asked her anything, and so they left off asking.
    "She's thick, and fat and ugly," said the young green Frogs; "and her children will be just as ugly as she is."
    "They may be," retorted the mother-Toad, "but one of them has a jewel in his head, or else I have the jewel."
