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They were the jealous ones. And they generally pretended that they did not consider Betsy beautiful at all. "She has too much color," Mehitable Moth remarked one day to Mrs. Ladybug. "Between you and me, I've an idea that it isn't natural. I think she paints her wings!" "I don't doubt it," said Mrs. Ladybug. "I should think she'd be ashamed of herself." And little Mrs.
She soon continued. "All went well " said Mrs. Ladybug "all went well until one day this morning, to be exact Mrs. Green opened the closet door and began to brush and sweep and wipe and dust. I heard her say that she was doing her fall cleaning. And of course that pleased me; for I was glad to learn that she was a neat housekeeper. "And then " here Mrs.
Chirpy Cricket found her rather discouraging. Still he hadn't given up hope of making Mrs. Ladybug change her mind. "I fear you're making a mistake," he remarked. "You ought to see this cousin. She's different from any of your family that I've ever met before." "How is she different?" Mrs. Ladybug demanded, pausing in her pursuit of insects on the leaves of the apple tree.
He wanted to warn her to stop talking about Betsy Butterfly. But Buster hadn't realized that it was not an easy matter to say anything to Mrs. Ladybug. Mrs. Ladybug always liked to do most of the talking herself. She preferred to let others listen. He found her hard at work destroying insects on an old apple tree. And when she caught sight of him Mrs. Ladybug paused in her labors.
She was somewhat dusty herself. And she thought that Mrs. Ladybug might be giving her a sly dig. "Perhaps Betsy had been on a journey," she ventured. "Ah! But there is no dust to-day, on account of the rain we had last night," Mrs. Ladybug replied. "I'm convinced that the dust I saw on Betsy Butterfly was weeks old." "The idea!" Jennie Junebug exclaimed.
I don't even know if she carries an umbrella." There was nothing Mrs. Ladybug could do except to ask everyone she met. So she inquired right and left if anybody happened to be acquainted with her cousin. And at last Betsy Butterfly came to Mrs. Ladybug's help. "Look among the squash vines!" Betsy Butterfly advised her. "I noticed somebody there that looks a bit like you. Maybe it's your cousin."
"When you met me in the orchard, on your way from Colorado, you stopped and asked me to direct you to Farmer Green's potato patch." For a moment or two Mr. Bug seemed puzzled especially when Mrs. Ladybug mentioned Colorado. But by the time Mrs. Ladybug had finished speaking, he nodded. "So I did!" he exclaimed. "I had forgotten all about that.
"Don't worry about that!" cried little Mrs. Ladybug. "You'll never amount to anything if you worry. And if you don't wish to fritter away your time dancing in this meadow, you'll take my advice and begin to work at once." "I'll think about the matter," said Freddie Firefly. And then he added somewhat doubtfully: "It's a long way to the railroad." "Pooh!" Mrs. Ladybug exclaimed. "Old Mr.
I couldn't get one that was big enough. "I have so many children that I don't know what to do," said little Mrs. Ladybug. IT was almost fall. The nights and some of the days were chilly. Those that had spent the whole summer out of doors began to think about where they should pass the winter. Yet everybody was amazed by the news that Mrs. Ladybug spread broadcast.
And I thought maybe you'd enjoy meeting her and making her keep still. But I had no idea you would do her any harm." "Bless you!" cried Jennie Junebug. "I wouldn't harm a hair of her head!" And she roared with laughter, for she had made a joke. You see, Mrs. Ladybug had no hair. She was quite bald. Well, Mrs. Ladybug found Jennie Junebug that very evening.
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