Said she might've loved him, only she couldn't marry any man that had continual music in his interior.
"So Barnes, he was the most disgusted man you ever saw.

Perfectly sick about it.

And one day he was lying on the bed gaping, and that frog unexpectedly made up its mind to come up to ask Barnes to eat more carefully, maybe, and it jumped out on the counterpane.

After looking about a bit it came up and tried three or four times to hop back, but he kept his mouth shut, and killed the frog with the back of a hair-brush.

Ever since then he runs his drinking-water through a strainer, and he hates frogs worse than you and me hate pison.