THE WICKED WOLVERINE 157
' That was rather clumsy of you,' said he, standing up naked in his flesh. ' Surely you could have split the rock without tearing my coat to bits!' And he stooped down to pick up the pieces. It took him a long time, for there were a great many of them, but at last he had them all in his hand.
' I'll go to my sister the frog,' he thought to himself, ' and she will sew them together for me'; and he set off at once for the swamp in which his sister lived.
' Will you sew my coat together? I had an unlucky accident, and it is quite impossible to wear,' he said, when he found her.
' With pleasure,' she answered, for she had always been taught to be polite; and getting her needle and thread she began to fit the pieces. But though she was very good-natured, she was not very clever, and she got some of the bits wrong. When the wolverine, who was very particular about his clothes, came to put it on, he grew very angry.
' What a useless creature you are !' cried he. ' Do you expect me to go about in such a coat as that ? Why it bulges all down the back, as if I had a hump, and it is so tight across the chest that I expect it to burst every time I breathe. I knew you were stupid, but I did not think you were as stupid as that.' And giving the poor frog a blow on her head, which knocked her straight into the water, he walked off in a rage to his younger sister the mouse.
' I tore my coat this morning,' he began, when he had found her sitting at the door of her house eating an apple. ' It wras all in little bits, and I took it to our sister the frog to ask her to sew it for me. But just look at the way she has done it! You will have to take it to pieces and fit them together properly, and I hope I shall not have to complain again.' For as the wolverine was older than the mouse, he was accustomed to speak to her in this manner. However, the mouse was used to it and