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Her listeners crowded close about her, jostling one another in their eagerness to hear every word she said. For Mrs. Ladybug was recounting her adventures at the farmhouse. "I flew in through an open window," Mrs. Ladybug began. And she heaved a deep sigh, as if the telling of the tale was costing her much pain.
And later, when she told her friends about her adventure, she said that she couldn't understand how Rusty came to make such a mistake. "I supposed," Mrs. Ladybug declared, "that every bird in Pleasant Valley knew I wasn't good to eat." FARMER GREEN'S garden was growing fast. The sweet corn waved and rustled whenever a breeze swept it.
But Betsy was always quite polite to the jealous little creature. And she never failed to inquire for her health and that of her children as well, even if she met Mrs. Ladybug a dozen times a day. For some reason Mrs. Ladybug seemed quite touchy, where her family was concerned. "You don't need to ask about my children," she told Betsy at last in a somewhat sharp tone.
To his great surprise it showed not the slightest sign of stopping. And in spite of what Mrs. Ladybug had said, Freddie Firefly began to be afraid that it wasn't going to pause at all. He soon saw that if he did not do something quickly the train would run over him. But by the time he had made up his mind to jump off the track, out of harm's way, it was too late for him to escape in that fashion.
"I may as well tell you that I shall not be able to call on you again. I shall be too busy. And there's no use of my urging you to come to see me, because of course you have your work to do too." "Oh, naturally!" said Mrs. Ladybug's cousin with an odd smile. "Still, I could leave it once in a while to make a cousinly call." "It won't be necessary," Mrs. Ladybug told her.
On one side of it she read, in big letters: P. BUG COLORADO LITTLE Mrs. Ladybug was too excited to work. Ever since meeting the stranger in the orchard she had been able to think of nothing but him. Perhaps if she hadn't happened to notice his carpetbag, with the words, "P. Bug, Colorado," upon its side, she might not have been so stirred up. Anyhow, Mrs.
She said that thereafter she should always feel safe, with him in the neighborhood. Mr. Cricket Frog bowed gallantly, with his hand on his heart. And Mrs. Ladybug went away without guessing that he had himself played dead because he had been in terror of her. "What a brave gentleman he is!" Mrs. Ladybug murmured. THERE was one thing that Mrs. Ladybug dreaded more than any other. That was fire.
"A harvestman, eh?" said the Carpenter, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his apron. "If that's so, why doesn't he go to work?" And without waiting for an answer he dodged quickly inside his house. He was building an addition to his home; and naturally he was quite busy. He knew, too, that Mrs. Ladybug was a terrible talker. "I declare, I hadn't thought of that!" Mrs. Ladybug exclaimed.
But I was born and raised on this farm." "If all this is true," said Mrs. Ladybug, "what were you doing with that carpetbag? And why did you ask me the way to this potato patch?" "I'm in a hurry to get to work," Mr. Bug remarked. "I'll answer just this once. When we met in the orchard I had been away on a little vacation.
"A person has to eat something," she retorted. Mrs. Ladybug threw up her hands. "I knew you weren't trustworthy," she muttered. "I knew you weren't the sort of relation I'd want anything to do with." Then Mrs. Ladybug left her. Later, when Chirpy Cricket met her, he asked her if she had seen her cousin who was spending the summer among the squash vines. And he was astonished when Mrs.
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