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"Why, Chirpy!" a quiet voice said. She tried to move, but could not. She was as one paralysed. She could not so much as utter a word. He knelt down beside her and raised her to a sitting posture, so that she leaned against him. Holding her so, he gently rubbed her cheek. "Poor little Chirpy!" he said. "It's all right!"
"Yes," replied Freddie Firefly, though he thought it would have been more polite had Chirpy Cricket counted him first instead of last, since he was the first of his family to be invited. But he really couldn't be angry with anyone so cheerful as Chirpy Cricket. "I'll have to leave you now," Chirpy announced, "for I must be on my way.
In spite of everything their owner had told him, Chirpy still found it difficult to believe that Mr. Mole Cricket could be even a very distant relation. "I'll do it!" he said at last. "If it will make you any happier I'll call you 'Cousin' though you can't be any nearer than a hundred times removed." It was easy to see that Mr. Mole Cricket was delighted. "Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed.
Cheery, not to say chirpy, was the mining promoter's greeting projected into the transmitter which Hal turned over to him. Straightway, however, a change came o'er his blithe spirit. "Something's biting the old geezer," he informed Hal and Ellis. "Seems to have a grouch. Says he's coming over, pronto right quick." Five minutes later, while Mr.
But he has one peculiar habit: he won't grab you unless you're moving through the air. He always takes his food on the wing." Chirpy thanked his friend Kiddie Katydid for this valuable bit of news. And he said he'd be sure to remember it. "Well," Kiddie Katydid observed, "if you forget it when you meet Mr. Nighthawk you'll forget it only once. For he'll grab you quick as a flash."
"Oh! we don't need to ask him," said Chirpy Cricket. "He'll come without being invited, unless I'm greatly mistaken." Luckily for Daddy Longlegs there was not a breath of wind either that day or the following one. So he made excellent time to the Bumblebee home, where he found Buster Bumblebee and gave him his invitation. Then Daddy turned around and started back towards his stone wall.
But even if the hens had thought of such a plan they never could have kept their minds upon it long enough to carry it out. So perhaps it was no wonder that Chirpy Cricket got the idea into his head that he was safe from everybody. Sometimes, when he was dozing, even the footsteps of old Ebenezer failed to rouse him. But there came a day when Chirpy Cricket awoke with a great start.
By peeping slyly out he discovered at last the cause of those fearful sounds. It was only the hens looking for something to eat a bit of grain amid the straw, or perhaps an angleworm. Chirpy never left his house when he heard the hens at work. He had no wish to offer himself as a tidbit. And he felt quite safe down in his home, for he was quick to learn that the hens were no diggers.
She herself?" he ejaculated. His brother officer nodded, grinning. "What's to be done? Send out word that you're still alive though not too chirpy, and would she like anything to drink on the veranda? I can't go, you know; I'm not dressed." "Don't be an ass! Clear out and send me my bearer." Phil spoke with decision. Since Mrs.
And when I come back you'll hear a noise that is a noise and not a squeaky chirp." Then Mr. Nighthawk left his perch and climbed up into the sky. And when he had risen high enough to suit him he dropped like a stone. It seemed to Chirpy Cricket that he had never heard anything so loud as the boom that broke not far above his head soon afterward. At the very moment when it looked as if Mr.
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