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Ladybug's amazement, when she related the name of the stranger, and the place he came from, Peppery Polly laughed in her face. "Mr. P. Bug is not from Colorado," said Peppery Polly Bumblebee. "He has never been off this farm." Well, Mrs. Ladybug was staggered. She gasped. She clung to a leaf to keep from failing. "I don't believe that!" she cried, as soon as she could speak. "I'll find Mr.
We " Two of the little workmen were quarreling, and in buzzing little bumblebee voices they were cursing and swearing at each other; now came blows and blood; then they locked themselves together in a life-and-death struggle.
But he'll wear overalls, perhaps, if he starts to work in the potato patch as I suspect he will." At last, however, Mrs. Ladybug met with a rude shock. She was telling her news to Peppery Polly Bumblebee, one of the workers in the hive ruled by Buster Bumblebee's mother, the well-known Queen. And to Mrs.
Riding along the road one day on the heels of a violent summer tempest, I saw the ground swarming with minute hopping creatures. I got out and captured my hands full. They proved to be tree-toads, many of them no larger than crickets, and none of them larger than a bumblebee. There seemed to be thousands of them. The mark of the tree-toad was the round, flattened ends of their toes.
And that mild person himself sawdust-covered as usual answered Buster's knock at his door. "Are you building a house for Mrs. Ladybug?" Buster Bumblebee inquired. "No!" said the Carpenter. "We couldn't agree. She wanted me to work twelve hours a day. And I wanted to work twenty-four. I told her I must have some time to rest. But she couldn't see things as I did." Buster Bumblebee was puzzled.
Pomp looked at it attentively, and, after a pause, inquired, "Where's him wings, Mass' Frank?" Frank bit his lips to keep from laughing. "I don't mean that this is a bee that makes honey," he explained, "only it has the same name. Now do you think you can remember how it is called?" "Bumblebee!" repeated Pomp triumphantly. Pomp's error was corrected, and the lesson proceeded.
He wants me to sit at his feet every hour in the day and adore him, and how can I adore a man who is afraid of a bumblebee, and can't drive, and sleeps with an umbrella over his head to shut out the light? I just simply can't stand him another minute!" "But, Connie, you were so crazy about him, you wouldn't listen to a word against him." "I know it. I've been a perfect little idiot."
And before Buster could say another word the Carpenter slipped through his doorway and vanished. "I hope he'll do as I suggested," Buster Bumblebee said to himself, as he moved aimlessly away from the big poplar where the Carpenter lived. "If I shouldn't get my house until cold weather comes I don't see how I could have a house-warming; and then all my friends would be disappointed."
And that's something I know nothing about. ... But when it comes to furnishing a light, I'm certainly a shining success." Freddie then laughed heartily. And much to his surprise, Buster Bumblebee gave him several hard slaps on the back, which hurt him not a little. "Don't do that!" Freddie Firefly cried. "I thought you were choking," Buster, explained. Freddie Firefly shook his head.
But there were many other things, too, that she didn't understand. She had heard that Daddy was a harvestman. But she didn't know that some people called him by that name merely because he was seen in Pleasant Valley about the time Farmer Green harvested his crops. As for working in the fields, Daddy Longlegs knew no more about that than did that fat drone, Buster Bumblebee.
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