The six of us found a lane that led to a quiet lake in the woods. The lake was not very big, as far as size goes, but it looked as if it were loaded with fish and just ached for some kind souls like us to help reduce its load. Well, we had come with some such kind thought in mind; and before you could think twice, Joe and Co. were getting their fishing lines in order. Before lines hit the water, though, an old chap came along; I asked him if we were allowed to fish there, and he said that no one would mind at all if we did.

I do not know, Dave, that I can analyze your problem, glad though I would be to help you. All of us want to be liked, of course; but what it is that makes a man liked is hard to say. It is not just that he is or is not quiet, that he is or is not extra neat. What makes others so well liked?

Red is well liked because, with so much that he could boast about, he doesn’t. Frank is liked because he doesn’t tell how he helps others. Bob is liked because he does not flaunt the money his folks have. These boys have in common a thing we call modesty. They simply do not show off, ever!

When you hear someone say that it is raining cats and dogs, you know rain is falling hard. No one knows quite how the expression was begun, but it is old. Jonathan Swift, who wrote those tales about Gulliver, used the term in a book more than two hundred years ago. Well, it never has rained cats and dogs, of course; but do you realize that it has rained, of all things, frogs? It is true.

It seems that a gale can scoop up the spawn, or eggs, of the frog and lift them high up in the air. The spawn may ride on the wind for hundreds of miles, flying on for days and days. The spawn may hatch up there in the air and, taking on more weight than the gale can carry as its force grows less, fall to the ground along with the last rain of the storm. You see, it really can rain frogs.