" I really must tell you, I have never been a thespian.' Harriet waved this off like a gnat. 'That is what is so wonderful about my plays. Anyone can enjoy himself.' ... 'I am *not* playing a frog.' His eyes narrowed wickedly. 'Unless you [Anne] do, too.' 'There is only one frog in the play,' Harriet said blithely. 'But isn't the title The Marsh of the Frogs?' he asked, even though he should have known better. 'Plural?' Good Lord, the entire conversation was making him dizzy. 'That's the irony,' Harriet said, and Daniel managed to stop himself just before he asked her what she meant by that (because it fulfilled no definition of irony *he'd* ever heard). "