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The reply was tragically simple: "A Lady stepped on her Junebug." Sure enough, full on the vestibule floor lay the murdered slumbug, who had too hardily ventured to cross a wealthy benevolent's path. The string was yet tied to the now futile hind-leg. Carlisle, lingering, repressed her desire to laugh. "Oh!... Well, don't you think you could catch her a new one, perhaps?"
Turning, Butterfly Bill saw that it was Jennie Junebug who had spoken to him. She had noticed the crowd from a distance. And she had just arrived, quite out of breath. Before Betsy Butterfly's cousin Bill could answer, Jennie Junebug actually threatened him. "If you were talking about me I shall have to knock you down," she declared. He had heard that Jennie delighted in flying bang into anybody.
And you'll have to get along without me, though of course, I'm much obliged for the invitation." Seeing that further urging was useless, Chirpy Cricket left Buster and hurried away to find Jennie Junebug. And to his delight, she said at once that she would be much pleased to attend the torchlight procession.
Not only did she dislike Jennie Junebug's jokes. She disapproved of her treatment of Farmer Green. For Jennie Junebug did everything she could to ruin the trees on the farm. She ate their leaves. And that was one thing that Mrs. Ladybug couldn't forgive in anybody. "It's a shame " Mrs. Ladybug often said "it's a shame, the way Jennie Junebug riddles the foliage.
And clasping her hands together, she said: "Oh, do let's fly together, then!" Freddie Firefly was so taken aback that at first he couldn't think what to say. But at last he managed to stammer a reply. "Why why I I'll be glad to, but I don't even know your name!" he told her. "It's Jennie Junebug," she explained, as she fanned herself with a fan made from a white clover leaf.
All the rest of the night he worked hard, trying to find a white clover leaf that exactly matched the one that Jennie Junebug had carried for a fan. But every single clover leaf was different from Jennie's in one way or another. Freddie Firefly had hoped that it would be so. For if he had found one precisely like Jennie Junebug's, he would have had to take it to her, as he had promised.
She knew that Jennie wasn't often seen except after sunset. For Jennie loved to see the lights twinkling through the gloom. And she delighted in surprising people in the dark, by flying bang! into them and knocking them down. So Mrs. Ladybug didn't leave her work and set out to seek this dangerous fat lady until twilight came. "Good evening!" said Mrs. Ladybug as soon as she spied Miss Junebug.
The frightful noise, the trembling of the ground, the rush of the air all those things made him wonder whether he could ever reach home again, alive and unharmed. He was even more scared than he had been when he found himself in the power of that dreadful creature, Jennie Junebug.
"How nice of you to say that!" Jennie Junebug murmured. "And now let's begin flying at once!" she said. So they rose into the air. But they hadn't flown more than a few feet when Jennie once more banged squarely into her companion. It was a terrific blow. And Freddie Firefly soon found himself lying flat on the ground. He was so nearly stunned that he scarcely knew what had happened.
But he did not know that she indulged in that unladylike trick only after dark. "Of course I didn't mean you!" he said hastily. "And I hope you didn't mean my friend Mrs. Ladybug, either," Jennie Junebug added. "For if you did " But Butterfly Bill waited to hear no more. Thoroughly frightened, he sought safety in flight. And as he flew away Mrs.
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