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Updated: June 1, 2025
They are musicians that play fast or slow, strong or feeble, just as the heat of the season waxes or wanes; and they play as long as life lasts: when their music ceases, they are dead. The katydids begin in August, and cry with great vigor and spirit, "Katy-did," "Katydid," or "Katy-did n't."
"Come upstairs," she said, holding Uncle Ephraim's hand, and leading him to the parlor, while the first tears she had shed since she knew she was deserted rained in torrents over her face. "What is it, Katy-did? I mistrusted something was wrong. What has happened?"
Miss Katy-did sat on the branch of a flowering azalea, in her best suit of fine green and silver, with wings of point-lace from Mother Nature's finest web. Miss Katy was in the very highest possible spirits, because her gallant cousin, Colonel Katy-did, had looked in to make her a morning visit. It was a fine morning, too, which goes for as much among the Katy-dids as among men and women.
And Miss Katy-did shrugged her shoulders and affected to be very busy with Colonel Katy-did, in just the way that young ladies sometimes do when they wish to signify to visitors that they had better leave. Little Miss Cricket perceived how the case stood, and so hopped briskly off, without giving herself even time to be offended.
"Now," said Miss Katy-did, drawing an azalea-leaf towards her, "let us see, whom shall we have? The Fireflies, of course; everybody wants them, they are so brilliant; a little unsteady, to be sure, but quite in the higher circles." "Yes, we must have the Fireflies," echoed the Colonel. "Well, then, and the Butterflies and the Moths. Now, there's a trouble.
In his presence the deacon was not quite natural, but he lifted in his arms his "little Katy-did," looking straight into her face, where there were as yet no real lines of care, only shadows, which told that in some respects she was not the same Katy he had parted with two years before.
General Bumble is one of the most dashing, brilliant fellows of the day. "I think he is shockingly corpulent," said Colonel Katy-did, not at all pleased to hear him praised, "don't you?" "I don't know but he is a little stout," said Miss Katy; "but so distinguished and elegant in his manners, something martial and breezy about him." "Well, if you invite the Bumble-bees you must have the Hornets."
Little Katy-did he called her, looking fondly into her bright, pretty face, and thinking how terrible it would be to see that face shadowed with pain and care.
As the butterfly dies, a stiffened Katydid scratches a last requiem on his wing covers "katy-didn't katy-did kate y" and the succeeding moment of silence is broken by the sharp rattle of a woodpecker. We shake off every dream of the summer and brace ourselves to meet and enjoy the keen, invigorating pleasures of winter.
Little Miss Cricket perceived how the case stood, and so hopped briskly off, without giving herself even time to be offended. "Poor extravagant little thing!" said she to herself, "it was hardly worth while to ask her." "Pray, shall you invite the Crickets?" said Colonel Katy-did. "Who? I? Why, colonel, what a question! Invite the Crickets? Of what can you be thinking?"
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