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He really didn't much care where he spent the night, provided it was not too far from the flower garden or the clover field. Not being one of the worrying kind, Buster was quite contented with his lot. And it would never have occurred to him to live in any different style had it not been for a remark that little Mrs. Ladybug made to him one day.
Ladybug stopped everybody she met in the meadow and related how Betsy Butterfly was taking Farmer Green's butter and his eggs, too without asking his permission. "She's going to get some of us into trouble," Mrs. Ladybug informed her neighbors. "Just as likely as not Farmer Green and his wife will think others are stealing from them.
So you'll have to talk fast, for I'm in a hurry," said Jennie Junebug. "Good!" thought Mrs. Ladybug. "She's going to listen to me, after all." And then she fixed Miss Junebug with her eye and spoke to her severely. "Don't you think you ought " she began. And then Jennie Junebug bumped into her, sending Mrs. Ladybug sprawling. "Don't I think I ought to frolic with you?" Jennie cried.
"That's exactly the way you talk about Betsy Butterfly!" he exploded. "Huh!" Mrs. Ladybug sniffed. "You are a worthless pair. Betsy Butterfly's wings " At this point Buster managed to interrupt her. "Don't talk about wings, please!" he cried. "Who are you, to talk about wings? when you haven't any yourself." Mrs. Ladybug started; and she gave him a queer look. "What's that?" she inquired.
So she poked Jennie Junebug several times. But Jennie Junebug only stirred slightly and murmured something in her sleep. And seeing that it was useless to try to awaken her Mrs. Ladybug set out for the meadow alone. The sun hung low in the west when Mrs. Ladybug found Betsy Butterfly among a clump of milk-weed blossoms. But Mrs. Ladybug did not care what time it was.
Naturally she was displeased when she met Betsy that very afternoon and saw that the dust still lay thick on her wings. "I believe you actually want to be untidy!" Mrs. Ladybug cried. "And if you aren't going to brush that dust off, I shall do it myself!" And grasping a small Indian paint-brush, the weight of which she could scarcely stagger under, Mrs.
Ladybug and her neighbors made arrangements with Freddie Firefly to have Betsy Butterfly spied upon that very night. "I'll watch her till sunset," Mrs. Ladybug agreed. "And then you must relieve me," she told Freddie. "Don't let her out of your sight until sunrise!" she warned him. Freddie Firefly promised that he would be faithful to his trust.
He is so full of spry gaiety that he never can be quite content unless he is dancing with his relatives in the hollow near the swamp or darting about Farmer Green's lawn. His friends often give him advice as to how he may use the wonderful light which he always carries with him, and finally Mrs. Ladybug tells him he should go to the railroad and work as a signalman for the trains.
Then Buster Bumblebee made one of his blundering speeches. "It was a short winter, anyhow," he said. Mrs. Ladybug's neighbors couldn't help tittering. And somehow their amusement stung her into telling the truth about the whole affair, right then and there. "Mrs. Green and I didn't get on well together," she confessed. MRS. LADYBUG spoke at last.
His mouth seemed to be full of something Mrs. Ladybug wasn't sure what. "Don't you recall speaking to me one time?" she persisted. After swallowing, he answered. "I can't say I do!" "I'm the person that told you how to get to this potato patch," Mrs. Ladybug explained.
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