United States or Uzbekistan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
In the machine examined by the Big Bug, an exhausted observer was making frantic efforts to swivel an archaic framework from back to front. The Big Bug looked puzzled, but passed on without comment. As he approached the next machine a second observer tried desperately to move a similar monstrosity round its hinges, while the pilot, stop-watch in hand, looked on with evident sorrow.
"I suppose we might go inside, too," suggested Sylvia obtusely. "Oh, I came up for the fresh air! Most of my nights lately have been spent in a hot office with not even a June bug for company. How are the neighbors?" "The Bassetts? Oh, Mrs. Bassett is not at all well; Marian is at home now; Blackford is tutoring and getting ready to take the Annapolis examinations the first chance he gets."
"Yes; keep quiet, Andy!" "But he'll give us the slip, don't you see?" persisted the other. "Let him, then; we can't help it. You can see that he's made quite a change in his looks, as though he's thrown the mask off, and doesn't expect to play the part of a collegeman and a bug collector any more," Frank whispered.
Now, I'm going to tell you in the story after this one about Brighteyes, Buddy and the turnip that is, in case I hear a potato bug sing a song that puts the rag doll to sleep, so she won't cry and wake up the pussy cat. One day when Buddy and Brighteyes Pigg were out walking in the fields, they saw, close beside a big stone, a fine, large turnip.
But for yours, he shall," Argyle stood at the parapet of the balcony and waved his arm. "Yes, come up," he said, "come up, you little mistkafer what the Americans call a bug. Come up and be damned." Of course Del Torre was too far off to hear this exhortation. Lilly also waved to him and watched him pass into the doorway far below. "I'll rinse one of these glasses for him," said Argyle.
"I am Lord Green-Gold, I offer my house, my fortune and my love to Princess Hotaru." "Go and bring me fire and I will be your bride" said Hotaru-himé. With a bow of the head the beetle opened his wings and departed with a stately whirr. Next came a shining bug with wings and body as black as lamp-smoke, who solemnly professed his passion. "Bring me fire and you may have me for your wife."
But she controlled that. Pride forbade her betraying herself. "What a perfectly ridiculous question," she managed to reply. He looked at her keenly. "Because, if you have well, you might be perfectly innocent in the matter and still get in bad," he continued evenly. "I'd like to put a bug in your ear." She bent over Jack Junior, striving to inject an amused note into her reply.
"The good señor got me scared by what he said about his government wanting just such things as our little 'Bug'; and that the officials might have orders to find some sort of ridiculous excuse for grabbing it." "Same here," admitted Frank.
Selecting a spot where the declining sun made a warm oven of a great white rock, lazy old Noozak lay down for a nap, while Neewa, wandering about in quest of an adventure of his own, came face to face with a ferocious bug. The creature was a giant wood-beetle two inches long. Its two battling pincers were jet black, and curved like hooks of iron.
He was about two years old then and all he could say was 'bad man' and his name, 'Bug Buler. I've wondered if Bug is his name, or if he could not speak his real name plainly then." Burleigh paused, and a sense of Elinor's interest brought a thrill of joy to him. "Where was he?" she asked. Vic slowly unfastened his cuff and slipped his coat sleeve up to his elbow.
Word Of The Day