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"Perhaps you won't be so happy to see us when you hear what we have to say to you," Mrs. Ladybug began. "There hasn't been an accident, I hope!" Betsy cried. "Your house hasn't burned?" "No!" replied Mrs. Ladybug. And again she said, "No!" in a very decided manner. "We've come to warn you that we've found out about your trickery," she announced.
Even lazy Buster Bumblebee joined the procession. Though he was a drone, and never worked, he was always ready to exert himself for the sake of any new excitement. The strange company wandered back and forth across the meadow for some time without finding Betsy Butterfly. But at last Mrs. Ladybug spied her. And soon Betsy found herself surrounded by the mob.
And since it bears his ancestor's name and address, naturally I thought they both belonged to this Mr. Bug." Peppery Polly laughed. "If you don't believe what I tell you, you can ask him yourself!" Mrs. Ladybug snapped. "He's at work over in the potato patch, helping Farmer Green." Peppery Polly laughed again, more unpleasantly than ever. "Helping Farmer Green!" she exclaimed.
He had led her to the doorway of the Bumblebee family, who were all sound asleep inside their crowded house. After that Freddie Firefly had to listen to a good many titters from his friends. "The idea!" they would say. "Mrs. Ladybug must have a much bigger house than the Bumblebee family's. She couldn't squeeze her children into such small quarters as theirs.
"And if to-night's as nippy as last night was, perhaps you'll find out to-morrow where I'm going. For I don't care to freeze my toes here in the orchard." That night it was colder than ever. And the next day Mrs. Ladybug went all around the orchard and the garden bidding people good-by. Still she wouldn't tell where she was going.
"They are in the best of health. And I'll let you know in case they fall ill.... It's strange," she continued, "how everybody in this neighborhood is always prying into my household affairs." Betsy Butterfly smiled to herself. She did not care to quarrel with Mrs. Ladybug nor with anyone else, for that matter. So she abruptly changed the subject. "Do you like butter?" she asked.
Safe at one side of the rails, which gleamed in the moonlight, Freddie felt himself all over, to make sure that he had broken no bones. "I seem to be unhurt," he mused. "But never, never again will I listen to anything that Mrs. Ladybug says." And having made himself that solemn promise, he hurried away toward Farmer Green's meadow, which he reached just before dawn.
And later that afternoon, when the sun began to drop behind the mountains, he relieved Mrs. Ladybug, who had been spying upon Betsy ever since their talk earlier in the day. "She's behaved herself fairly well so far," Mrs. Ladybug whispered to Freddie, as she prepared to fly home to her children. "But there's no knowing when she may start for the farmhouse.
Ladybug bade him. "Watch sharp and perhaps you'll be able to learn something." Then Buster Bumblebee received the surprise of his life. As he watched, little Mrs. Ladybug opened her shell-like, black-dotted, red back and spread a pair of delicate brown wings. "See these?" she said to Buster Bumblebee, who gasped at her blankly.
Some of her less worthy neighbors were known sometimes to say with a sniff, "If Mrs. Ladybug didn't enjoy her work she wouldn't care about helping Farmer Green. If she hadn't such a big appetite she'd stop to chat even more than she does now." That might seem an odd remark unless one happened to know how Mrs. Ladybug freed the orchard of the tiny pests that attacked it.
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