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To tell the truth, it was rather a relief to be rid of Mrs. Ladybug's society for so long a time. And Betsy hoped that Mrs. Ladybug's errand to the farmhouse would keep that busybody engaged for the rest of the day. Now, after she left the farmhouse Mrs. Ladybug set out to find Betsy Butterfly again.
Maybe she was merely a gay, careless creature who never stopped to consider that she was injuring Farmer Green when she hurt his trees. At least, that was what some of Mrs. Ladybug's other neighbors sometimes remarked. But Mrs. Ladybug never could believe that Jennie had a single good trait unless it was good nature. For she was always ready with a laugh, no matter what anybody said to her.
And like many people who have not drunk their morning cup of coffee, she was in a very peevish mood. "Now, Miss Pert, I want you to listen to me!" That was Mrs. Ladybug's greeting to Betsy Butterfly on one of the most delightful days of the whole summer. "It's my unpleasant duty " said Mrs.
"We'll have to look in the meadow. And it may take a long time to find Betsy there." Jennie Junebug yawned right in Mrs. Ladybug's face. "Then I can't come with you," she said. "I'm getting terribly sleepy again. And since I expect to be up all night, I'm going to take a nap." Mrs. Ladybug looked at Jennie with great disapproval as that fat young person crept under a leaf and went to sleep.
You're going to spend your nights on the railroad tracks, signalling the trains." Well, Freddie Firefly rather liked Mrs. Ladybug's idea. And though he knew that she was mistaken about some things, he began to think that perhaps she was quite wise, after all. "Aren't you afraid I might set fire to the trains?" he inquired slyly. "No, indeed!" she answered.
And if Daddy Longlegs hadn't happened to stroll around the cherry tree outside Farmer Green's chamber window that afternoon, nobody would have known where Mrs. Ladybug went. But Daddy Longlegs saw her. And he hastened to spread the news. "Mrs. Ladybug has gone to spend the winter in the farmhouse!" SOMEHOW Mrs. Ladybug's friends missed her.
But how do I know that you aren't an impostor?" "A what?" the strange lady faltered. She was, quite naturally, somewhat taken aback by Mrs. Ladybug's coolness. "How do I know that you're not a cheat?" Mrs. Ladybug asked her. "Have you any references?" "Any what?" stammered the would-be cousin. "Any letters about yourself," Mrs. Lady explained. "For all I know, you may be dissembling."
"What a pity!" said Mrs. Ladybug's neighbors. "It was a fine, big house." And then some one cried, "What about the children? Where are they?" Nobody knew. If Mrs. Ladybug did, she was too overcome to speak. People looked very solemn. They hoped her children hadn't burned. And then then Mr. Meadow Mouse came running up all out of breath. "Sakes alive!" he screamed. "My house is ruined.
Ladybug despite her frantic efforts to escape. She wriggled all her six legs at the same time. "She'll be pleased with this one," Rusty murmured, as he watched Mrs. Ladybug's struggles. "Mrs. Wren will certainly thank me when I give her this morsel." And she did. "How lovely!" Mrs. Wren exclaimed when Rusty gave her his captive.
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.
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