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Such a  tough skin  as  it  was?  to  be  sure 1  There
                                 seemed  to  be  no  such  thing  els  tearing  it,  and  the

                                 Toad-Woman  said  that  Aster must  have  been very
                                 naughty  before  he  fell  into  the-  Green  Frog's

                                 hands.    And  Eva, much  as she loved Aster* could
                                 not contradict  this.

                                    But at  last  the  bird  left  off screaming,,  and hung
                                 between  them  as  if  it  was  dead.  And  then,  as

                                 the  two  pulled,  it  got  larger  and  longer,  and  the
                                 feathers  were  farther  apart,  and  then  all  of  a

                                 sudden the skin gave way and vanished, where, Eva
                                 did not  know,  and  from  it  there  dropped,  just  in

                                 time for Eva  to  save  it  from  falling to  the  floor  of
                                 the  grotto.  Aster’s  tiny  figure,  motionless,  and  as

                                 it  were,  asleep,  and  just  like  what  he  had  been
                                 when  Eva  first  received  him,  except  that  his  coat

                                 was  in  her  hands;  and  the  Toad-Woman  had
                                 only  time  enough  to  tell  her  to  put  it  on  him,

                                 and  Eva  had  just  obeyed,  and  was  stooping  to
                                 kiss  the  little  prince  as  he  lay  111  her  lap,  when

                                 they  heard  a  loud  croak,  and  with  a  long  leap
                                 the  Green  Frog  was in  the  grotto.

                                    But as  soon  as  she  saw  Eva,  standing  there  in
                                 her  spotless  white  robe,  holding  the  unconscious
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