"It's almost too heavy to wear even here, though it is fall. I
hate to do it; but I'd better take it off and hide it somewhere. There
might be some cold days next spring when I'd be glad of a thick, warm
coat."
So the old gentleman started to unbutton his new coat, which he had worn
all day, ever since Mr. Frog had slipped it on him early in the morning.
Anyone might think that it would have been an easy matter to unbutton the
coat, for Mr. Frog had sewed a double row of big brown buttons down the
front of it. But for some time Mr. Crow fumbled with one of them in vain.
"Ha!" he exclaimed at last. "This is stupid of me! I'm trying to unbutton
the wrong row of buttons." Then he fumbled with one of the buttons of the
other row. But strange to say, he was no more successful than before. He
struggled with all the buttons in that row (there were five of them). And
then he tried the other five, one after another.
Mr. Crow couldn't understand it. He wanted more than ever to take the
coat off, because his efforts to unbutton it had made him quite warm.
"I shall have get somebody to help me," he said at last. "It may be that
my eyesight is failing--though I haven't noticed before that there was
anything the matter with it.
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