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He presently scrambled up once more, still smiling, made a loose effort to brush the dust off his coat and legs, but a smart pass of his hand missed entirely, and the force of the unchecked impulse slewed him suddenly around, twisted his legs together, and projected him, limber and sprawling, into the lap of the Lord Longlegs.
The eyes of Longlegs sparkled with hunger and the thought of what a splendid breakfast Grandfather Frog would make. Very slowly, putting each foot down as carefully as he knew how, Longlegs began to walk along the shore so as to get opposite the big green lily-pad where Grandfather Frog was sitting.
And there seemed to be no one else at hand who was likely to be able to explain the mystery. Being quite old, Mr. Crow was very wise. And people often sought his opinion, though later they fell into the habit of consulting Daddy Longlegs upon matters they did not understand. But this was before Daddy was known in Pleasant Valley.
And then she hastened to the stone wall to find Daddy Longlegs and learn the answer to the Carpenter's question. Mrs. Ladybug soon spied Daddy, coming from the orchard near-by. And since she saw him before he saw her, he had no chance to hide. He was sorry; for he just knew from the look in her eye that she was going to ask him a question. And sure enough, she did!
Johnnie Green couldn't help sneezing. And opening his eyes, whom should he see but Daddy Longlegs, standing on the tip of his nose. "My goodness!" Daddy exclaimed when Johnnie Green sneezed. "I didn't think the wind was going to blow to-day. But there's an awful blast! I'd better hurry home at once."
Peter sat and stared at him most impolitely. He knew that he was impolite, but for the life of him he couldn't help staring. "He's all legs," thought Peter. "Old Mother Nature must have been in a hurry when she made his great-great-ever-so-great-grandfather way back when the world was young and forgot to give him a neck. I wonder why he doesn't move." But Longlegs didn't move.
He didn't suspect that it was a nest, because it looked too rough and loosely put together to be a nest. Probably he wouldn't have thought about it at all had not Mrs. Longlegs settled herself on it right while Peter was watching. It didn't seem big enough or strong enough to hold her, but it did. "As I live," thought Peter, "I've found the nest of Longlegs! He and Mrs.
He's the horse that draws the wagon you're going to ride in," Sandy Chipmunk explained. Daddy Longlegs thought deeply for a few minutes or as deeply as anybody could who had so small a head as he. And then he said: "I'll try your plan, for I want to go home. But it's very dangerous for me to do so much walking on such a windy day as this." "Come on!" cried Sandy.
"MY cousin, Jasper Jay, has kindly consented to ask us some questions," Mr. Crow informed Daddy Longlegs. "And he will decide which of us makes the wiser answers." Buster Bumblebee, who was watching and listening, said: "That's hardly fair, it seems to me." But old Mr. Crow quickly told him that he was a stupid fellow and that he'd better keep still.
The truth was, being only a few months old Daddy did not know how to write. But of course he did not care to have Mr. Chippy know that. Well, while he pondered upon the situation Daddy Longlegs changed his mind about working for Farmer Green. In the beginning he had not wanted to help with the harvesting. He had taken up Mrs. Ladybug's suggestion only to keep her quiet.
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