And he was now about to rush out of his shop when Mr.
Crow caught him and dragged him back.
"You can't go," he shouted, "until you've taken the stitches out of the
back of my coat."
"Oh, certainly!" Mr. Frog quavered. And he set to work at once to open
the back seam of Mr. Crow's coat.
He was a spry worker--was Mr. Frog. In less time than it takes to tell it
he had ripped the back of the coat from collar to hem.
And old Mr. Crow was no less spry in pulling the coat off and flinging it
into a corner.
"There!" Mr. Crow cried. "There's your coat with the thirteen spots on
it! I certainly don't want it, for it has caused me no end of trouble."
Then he turned and hurried out of the shop, without stopping even to
thank Mr. Frog for what he had done.
Before Mr. Crow was out of hearing, the tailor thrust his head through
the doorway and called to the departing Mr. Crow.
"I told you--" said Mr. Frog--"I told you thirteen was an unlucky
number."
XIX
THE SHOE-STORE
"Dear me!" old Mr. Crow exclaimed one day. "I see I shall have to get
some new shoes. I've had these only about ten years and they're worn
through already. The trouble is, I don't know where to buy any more.
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