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Updated: May 15, 2025
Ladybug kept wondering what business had brought the stranger to Pleasant Valley. She wished she could find out what he was going to do in the potato patch. She wanted to ask him why he chose to have black stripes on his yellow coat, instead of spots. How long had he been traveling? When did he expect to leave the farm? There was no end to the questions that Mrs. Ladybug burned to put to him.
How did it happen that the elegant stranger carried a most unfashionable bag? Mrs. Ladybug soon settled that question to her own satisfaction. "He's like me!" she decided. "Mr. P. Bug is a hard worker and he doesn't care for show. He's a plain person. No doubt he put on that yellow coat to travel in, because it's his best.
The orchard seemed quite a different place after she vanished inside the farmhouse to stay there all winter long. In spite of her sharp tongue and her prying ways people discovered now that she was gone that they had liked Mrs. Ladybug more than they knew. While she was with them in the orchard they had often wished she wouldn't ask so many questions. But now the days seemed very long without Mrs.
As for the other half the night-prowlers many of them had heard about the beautiful Betsy, though of course they had never seen her. That is, none of them had set eyes on her except Freddie Firefly, who had flashed his light upon Betsy all one night, because Mrs. Ladybug had a strange notion that she was stealing butter from the farmhouse.
Once Freddie Firefly announced with great pride that at last he knew where Mrs. Ladybug was rearing her family. "Her house," he explained, "is in a hole in the ground, in the meadow." And that night he led Miss Mehitable Moth to the spot, lighting the way with his flickering gleams. She soon pointed out his mistake.
Meanwhile she told the news to everybody she saw. For Mrs. Ladybug dearly loved to spread choice morsels of gossip. It pleased her mightily to tell her neighbors something they didn't know. People listened to her story with great interest. They were eager to learn all about the stranger, whom Mrs. Ladybug declared to be very handsome. Mrs.
And there's no one to help him except the hired man unless you count Johnnie, and he spends most of his time at the swimming-hole." Daddy Longlegs thanked Mrs. Ladybug politely for her suggestion. But he said that he was not acquainted with Farmer Green. And he disliked working for strangers. And he thought he would spend the rest of the summer making friends with his neighbors.
"Next year," he told her, "I may make some arrangement with Farmer Green to work for him regularly." But that answer did not satisfy little Mrs. Ladybug in the least. "You'd be far better off with something steady to do," she insisted. And she said so much that just to get rid of her Daddy Longlegs promised to see Farmer Green at once and offer his services.
"Perhaps, if I cling to a tall grass stalk, I can get a better view of it." She soon found a stalk that grew high above all the rest. Crawling to the very top of it Mrs. Ladybug was able to look far out over the face of the pond. "Goodness!" she said to herself. "I'm glad I'm not out there in a ship." A few moments later she happened to glance down near the shore.
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.
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