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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Tale of Kiddie Katydid + +Author: Arthur Scott Bailey + +Illustrator: Harry L. Smith + +Release Date: February 14, 2008 [EBook #24608] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF KIDDIE KATYDID *** + + + + +Produced by Joe Longo, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 260px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="260" height="400" alt="Cover" title="Cover" /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 523px;"> +<img src="images/frontendpapers1.jpg" width="523" height="800" alt="Front Endpapers Left" title="Front Endpapers Left" /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 513px;"> +<img src="images/frontendpapers2.jpg" width="513" height="800" alt="Front Endpapers Right" title="Front Endpapers Right" /> +</div> + + + + +<h1>THE TALE OF<br /> +KIDDIE KATYDID</h1> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><div class='bbox'> +<div class='center'><b><i>TUCK-ME-IN TALES</i></b><br /> +<small>(Trademark Registered)</small><br /> + + +<small>BY</small><br /> + +ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY<br /> + + +<small>AUTHOR OF</small><br /> +SLEEPY-TIME TALES<br /> +<small>(Trademark Registered)</small><br /> +———————————</div> + + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Tuck-Me-In Tales"> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Jolly Robin</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Old Mr. Crow</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Solomon Owl</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Jasper Jay</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Rusty Wren</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Daddy Long-<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'legs'">Legs</ins></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Kiddie Katydid</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Buster Bumblebee</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Freddie Firefly</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Tale of Betsy Butterfly</span></td></tr> +</table></div> +<br /></div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 279px;"><a name="front" id="front"></a> +<img src="images/illus-f.jpg" width="279" height="400" alt="Kiddie Sees Benjamin Bat in Front of the Moon" title="Kiddie Sees Benjamin Bat in Front of the Moon" /> +<span class="caption">Kiddie Sees Benjamin Bat in Front of the Moon</span> +</div> + +<div class='center'><i>Frontispiece</i>—(<i><a href="#Page_71">Page 71</a></i>)</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='center'> +TUCK-ME-IN TALES<br /> +<small>(Trademark Registered)</small><br />———————————</div> + + +<h1>THE TALE OF<br /> +KIDDIE<br /> +KATYDID</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<small>Author of</small><br /> +"SLEEPY-TIME TALES"<br /> +<small>(Trademark Registered)</small><br /> +<br /><br /> +<small>ILLUSTRATED BY</small><br /> +HARRY L. SMITH<br /> +<br /><br /><br /> +NEW YORK<br /> +<big>GROSSET & DUNLAP</big><br /> +PUBLISHERS<br /> +<small>Made in the United States of America</small><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='center'> +<small>Copyright, 1918, by</small><br /> +<small>GROSSET & DUNLAP</small><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='2'><small>CHAPTER</small></td><td align='center'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>I.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Great Secret</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>II.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Warning</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>III.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mr. Nighthawk</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IV.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Whining Caller</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>V.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Solomon Owl's Cry</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VI.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Freddie Firefly's Discovery</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Freddie Wants to Tell</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VIII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Spreading the News</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IX.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mr. Frog Is Pleased</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>X.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Pair of Rascals</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XI.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Change in the Weather</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Present for Kiddie</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kiddie Katydid Is Shy</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIV.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kiddie Keeps His Promise</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XV.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Benjamin Bat's Plan</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVI.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Noisy Crowd</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kitty Did!</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVIII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Two Grasshoppers</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIX.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Quarrel</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XX.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Stranger's Message</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXI.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Leaper the Locust Is Worried</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Short-Horns Arrive</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIII.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Best of Friends</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="List of Illustrations"> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kiddie Sees Benjamin Bat in Front of the Moon</span></td><td align='right'> <a href="#front"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kiddie's Secret is Discovered by Freddie Firefly</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kiddie Took His New Coat from the Twig</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Kiddie Faced Leaper the Locust</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> + +<h2>THE TALE OF KIDDIE<br /> +KATYDID</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>I</h2> + +<h3>A GREAT SECRET</h3> + + +<p>Whoever Katy was, and whatever she +might have done, nobody in Pleasant +Valley knew anything about her except +Kiddie Katydid and his numerous and +noisy family.</p> + +<p>To be sure, many of the wild folk—and +the people in the farmhouse, too—remembered +hearing her name mentioned the +year before.</p> + +<p>But they had quite forgotten about her, +until August came and Kiddie Katydid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +and his relations brought her to their +minds once more.</p> + +<p>Each night the Katydids' rasping chant +was repeated again and again: <i>Katy did, +Katy did; she did, she did!</i> But since in +any crowd there are always a few that +want to be different from the rest, now +and then some member of Kiddie's clan +insisted that Katy didn't—somewhat in +this fashion: <i>Katy did, Katy did; she did, +she didn't!</i></p> + +<p>However, there were always so many +others to drown any such puzzling statement +with their shrill clamor that Katy +really <i>did</i> do it (whatever it was!) that +nobody paid much attention to those few +who didn't quite agree.</p> + +<p>On warm, dry, midsummer nights the +Katydids all made a terrific racket. But +there wasn't one of them that outdid +Kiddie. He always had the best time<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +when he was making the most noise. And +since he liked to station himself in a tree +near Farmer Green's house, his uproar +often rose plainly above that of the other +Katydids.</p> + +<p>Lying in bed in his little room under the +eaves, Johnnie Green sometimes wished +that Kiddie would keep quiet long enough +to let him go to sleep in peace.</p> + +<p>To be sure, the balmy breezes wafted +many other night sounds through Johnnie's +open window. From near-by came +Chirpy Cricket's cheerful piping. And in +the distant swamp the musical Frog +family held a singing party every evening. +Johnnie Green liked to hear them. +But he objected strongly to the weird +hooting and horrid laughter of Solomon +Owl, who left the hemlock woods after +dark to hunt for field mice.</p> + +<p>As for Kiddie Katydid, he paid little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +attention to any other of the night cries. +No matter what anybody else said, he +solemnly hurled back at him that neverending +refrain, <i>Katy did, Katy did; she +did, she did!</i></p> + +<p>You would have thought, if you had +heard Kiddie, that somebody had disputed +his statement. But such was not the case +at all. Since no one except the Katydids +knew anything about the mysterious Katy, +nobody was able to say truthfully that she +<i>didn't</i> do it. In fact, the whole affair was +a great secret, so far as outsiders were +concerned. And one night Johnnie Green +even thrust his head out of the window and +cried impatiently:</p> + +<p>"All right! All right! I admit that +Katy did it. And now do please keep +still!"</p> + +<p>Of course, his plea failed to silence +Kiddie Katydid. But it relieved Johnnie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +Green's mind and made him feel better, +anyhow.</p> + +<p>Kiddie told his own people about Johnnie's +outburst. And they all agreed that +it was a rude thing to do.</p> + +<p>"Doesn't he know," they asked, "that +the night belongs to us?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>II</h2> + +<h3>THE WARNING</h3> + + +<p>It must not be supposed that all of Kiddie +Katydid's family made the same neverending +din at night. Actually it was only +the gentlemen that so amused themselves. +No doubt the ladies, too, knew the secret +about the mysterious Katy—and what she +did.</p> + +<p>But for some reason they never, never +mentioned the matter. Even when they +gossiped among themselves, as they sometimes +did, they never touched upon that +subject.</p> + +<p>Furthermore, in the daytime Kiddie and +his fellows were as quiet as they could be. +Having waked the echoes all night long,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +they were content, when morning came, to +rest silently among the trees and shrubs. +And a very good reason did they have, too, +for such a habit. During the day there +were altogether too many birds flying +about, to please the Katydids. And +Kiddie often remarked in a joking way +that the only birds he cared about were +those that <i>didn't care about him!</i></p> + +<p>Of course, there were a few birds that +prowled about Pleasant Valley after dark. +Mr. Nighthawk was one of that crew of +nightly wanderers. And whenever the +word was passed around that he had been +seen in the neighborhood, Kiddie Katydid +tried to lower his solemn chant, because +he knew that Mr. Nighthawk was usually +in search of something to eat.</p> + +<p>Now, when Kiddie Katydid felt hungry +he drove away his gnawing pangs by +browsing upon leaves and tender twigs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +But Mr. Nighthawk had no taste for such +fodder.</p> + +<p>He had an appetite for insects. And +between dusk and dawn a good many of +Kiddie Katydid's neighbors of one kind or +another found their way into Mr. Nighthawk's +tummy.</p> + +<p>So you see it was no wonder that Kiddie +was not eager to attract the attention of +that night rover. Some of the more timid +of Kiddie's companions even begged him, +at times, to hush. They said he was making +such a noise that Mr. Nighthawk +would be sure to hear it, even if he were +a quarter of a mile away.</p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid usually laughed at +those faint-hearted ones; and often he +shrilled his <i>Katy did, Katy did</i>, more +loudly than before, just to show them that +he was not afraid.</p> + +<p>"A person has to take a few chances,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +he remarked one day. "If we were all +afraid to make a sound it would be pretty +hard on Katy, for then she would have +nobody to take her part. And what would +people think of her?"</p> + +<p>Evidently Kiddie's reason was a good +one, because a number of his cousins spoke +up at once and said that they agreed with +him perfectly.</p> + +<p>But their sisters all exclaimed that +sooner or later Mr. Nighthawk would hear +them; and then there would certainly be +trouble.</p> + +<p>Strangely enough, the words were +scarcely out of their mouths before they +heard a loud call that struck them cold +with fear.</p> + +<p><i>Peent! Peent!</i> The cry came out of the +air above them without the least warning. +And everybody—including Kiddie Katydid—knew +that Mr. Nighthawk had come.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>III</h2> + +<h3>MR. NIGHTHAWK</h3> + + +<p>Following his cry with two or three +quick beats of his wings, Mr. Nighthawk +dropped swiftly down among the trees in +Farmer Green's dooryard.</p> + +<p>He fell so fast that Kiddie Katydid, +watching from his hiding-place in one of +the maples, couldn't help hoping that the +sky-coaster would be unable to stop himself +in time to escape being dashed upon +the ground.</p> + +<p>But Mr. Nighthawk was very skillful +at that sport. Just at the right moment +he turned quickly, while the air rushed +through his wing-feathers with a roaring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +sound. And then he mounted upward +again.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Kiddie Katydid kept very +still among the leaves, with his wings +folded over his back. Only his two long, +thread-like feelers <i>would</i> wave backwards +and forwards, although he tried to keep +them still. He was so nearly the color of +the green of the tree-top that he trusted +Mr. Nighthawk wouldn't be able to spy +him.</p> + +<p>But he was soon disappointed. For Mr. +Nighthawk suddenly cried, "Ha!" and +alighted on a neighboring limb.</p> + +<p>"There you are!" he said. "You needn't +think I don't see you!"</p> + +<p>"Why, good evening!" Kiddie Katydid +answered, since he was discovered—and +there was no use denying it. "It's a great +surprise—meeting you so unexpectedly. If +you'd only sent word that you were com<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>ing +I'd have made different arrangements."</p> + +<p>"I've no doubt you would have!" Mr. +Nighthawk sneered. "But I like to take +people unawares. . . . I've heard about +you," he added. "They say that you're a +great jumper—the spriest jumper in all +Pleasant Valley."</p> + +<p>"Well, I can jump fairly well," Kiddie +Katydid admitted. "But I don't pride +myself on my jumping. It's something +that has always run in my family, you +know. All of us Katydids can leap quite +a distance without any trouble."</p> + +<p>"So I understand!" Mr. Nighthawk replied. +"And I'll tell you some news that +ought to please you: I've come here to-night +for the special purpose of seeing you +jump!"</p> + +<p>Kiddie Katydid almost jumped out of +his skin when he heard what Mr. Night<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>hawk +said. And it wouldn't have been +anything remarkable for him if he had. +He had already squirmed out of his skin +six times that summer—though not from +fear, of course. Casting his skin was almost +a habit with Kiddie. All his family +were like that.</p> + +<p>Though he was not nearly so old as Mr. +Nighthawk, Kiddie Katydid had learned +a thing or two during his brief lifetime. +And though he would have liked very +much to jump—and jump out of Mr. +Nighthawk's sight, too—he had no wish to +hide himself <i>inside</i> that feathered scoundrel. +So he clung all the tighter to his +perch and replied that he didn't believe +he cared to do any jumping that night.</p> + +<p>Now, Mr. Nighthawk had a certain +odd trick of talking through his nose. +Whether that was because the late hours +he kept, even on dark nights, gave him a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +cold in his head, nobody seemed to know. +Anyhow, he began teasing Kiddie Katydid +to jump for him—and he talked through +his nose more than ever. Yes! although +Mr. Nighthawk tried his best to speak +pleasantly, he only succeeded in making +Kiddie Katydid want to laugh at him, for +all Kiddie was so uneasy.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>IV</h2> + +<h3>A WHINING CALLER</h3> + + +<p>"I certainly hope you aren't going to +disappoint me?" Mr. Nighthawk whined, +as he looked hungrily at Kiddie Katydid. +"Please, please jump for me—just once!" +he begged. "Here I've come all the way +across the meadow on purpose to see what +a fine jumper you are! And I shall feel +very unhappy if you don't perform for +me."</p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid refused to budge.</p> + +<p>"I hadn't intended to do any leaping +to-night," he told Mr. Nighthawk. "And +if I jumped for you, it would only upset +my plans."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I know—I know," said Mr. Nighthawk, +nodding his head. "But I thought +that just to oblige a friend you wouldn't +object to jumping from this tree into that +one." And he pointed to the nearest +maple, the branches of which all but +touched the tree-top in which they were +sitting. But Kiddie Katydid's mind was +made up.</p> + +<p>"No jumping for me to-night!" he piped +in a shrill voice.</p> + +<p>All this time Mr. Nighthawk was growing +hungrier than ever. And one might +well wonder why he didn't make one quick +spring at Kiddie Katydid and swallow +him. But that was not Mr. Nighthawk's +way of dining.</p> + +<p>"Well," he said at last, "though you +refuse to jump for me, won't you kindly +call some other member of your family +and ask him to oblige me?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't know where my relations are +just now," replied Kiddie Katydid. "Some +of them were here a while ago; but they +went away." And that was quite true! +At that <i>peent</i>—that first warning cry—of +Mr. Nighthawk's, they had all vanished as +if by magic, among the leaves.</p> + +<p>"What about that Katy you're always +talking about?" Mr. Nighthawk then inquired. +"Don't you suppose you could +find <i>her</i> and persuade <i>her</i> to do a little +jumping for me—just to show me how +it's done?"</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry—" Kiddie said somewhat +stiffly, "I'm sorry; but I must absolutely +refuse to do such a thing. Now that +you've mentioned her, I'll simply say <i>Katy +did</i>. And beyond that I cannot discuss +her with you."</p> + +<p>"She did what?" Mr. Nighthawk wanted +to know—through his nose.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid declined to answer +that question. He merely hugged his +wings closer to his green body, and shot +a sly glance at Mr. Nighthawk, as if to +say, "Ah! That's for <i>you</i> to find out! +But I shan't tell you!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Nighthawk looked rather foolish. +He had always supposed that any one who +spent a good part of every night saying +the same thing over and over and over +again must be quite dull-witted. But now +he began to think that perhaps Kiddie +Katydid was brighter than the field people +generally believed him to be. And when +Kiddie suddenly asked <i>him</i> a question, he +was sure of his mistake.</p> + +<p>"Did you know," said Kiddie, "that +Solomon Owl often visits these farm buildings?"</p> + +<p>"Why, no! I wasn't aware of that," +Mr. Nighthawk replied with a quick, ner<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>vous +look behind him. "What brings him +here?"</p> + +<p>"Chickens!" Kiddie Katydid explained. +"Solomon Owl is very fond of chickens. +But they do say that he's not above eating +a nighthawk when he happens to stumble +upon one."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>V</h2> + +<h3>SOLOMON OWL'S CRY</h3> + + +<p>For a few moments Mr. Nighthawk +fidgeted about on his branch of the maple +tree. What Kiddie Katydid said to him +about Solomon Owl frightened him. And +he almost wished he hadn't come to +Farmer Green's dooryard that night.</p> + +<p>But the more he thought about the matter, +the less he was inclined to believe that +there was really any danger. And soon he +peered at Kiddie Katydid through the +darkness and said:</p> + +<p>"You almost fooled me. But I know +now what you were trying to do. You +were trying to scare me away from here!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> + +<p>"<i>Katy did, Katy did; she did, she did!</i>"</p> + +<p>"You needn't say that!" Mr. Nighthawk +exclaimed. "Katy has nothing to +do with my case. She hasn't even mentioned +Solomon Owl's name."</p> + +<p>"You don't understand," Kiddie told +him. "I'm speaking of an entirely different +matter."</p> + +<p>And then Mr. Nighthawk had another +idea. He chased the frown away from his +face and smiled very pleasantly.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry that you don't feel like +jumping for me," he observed. "But +I'd be just as glad to see you fly! I remember +being told that you fly almost as +well as you jump."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I can't begin to fly as well as you +can," Kiddie Katydid told Mr. Nighthawk. +"I only wish I knew how to coast +down out of the sky the way you do, without +being dashed upon the ground. . . .<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +How do you manage to stop so suddenly?"</p> + +<p>"Pooh! That's nothing!" Mr. Nighthawk +said. "It's easy, once you know +how."</p> + +<p>In spite of his way of belittling his flying +feats, Mr. Nighthawk was secretly +very proud of his skill at sky-coasting. +And when Kiddie Katydid asked him if +he wouldn't kindly give an exhibition of +the art of fancy flying, Mr. Nighthawk +couldn't help feeling pleased.</p> + +<p>He wanted to display his skill. But +there was just one thing that troubled +him. He was afraid that if he climbed up +into the sky, before he dropped down +again Kiddie Katydid would have vanished. +And that didn't suit Mr. Nighthawk's +plans.</p> + +<p>"Will you promise to stay right where +you are until I come back?" he asked.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now, Kiddie Katydid had intended to +hide himself as soon as Mr. Nighthawk +should leave him. But there was nothing +he could do now except to agree to Mr. +Nighthawk's proposal.</p> + +<p>"I'll promise," said Kiddie, "if you'll +promise me that you'll surely return. +Otherwise I might have to stay here for +a month, perhaps, waiting for you."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I'll come back in a minute or +two," Mr. Nighthawk laughed, as he +looked hungrily at Kiddie. "Don't you +worry about my not coming back to talk +with you!"</p> + +<p>Then he began climbing upwards into +the sky. And he had gone about as high +as he wished to, when all at once a rolling +<i>Whoo-whoo-whoo</i>, <i>whoo-whoo</i>, <i>to-whoo-ah</i> +startled him. It was Solomon Owl's weird +call. And it drove every thought except +one out of Mr. Nighthawk's head. That<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +one idea—to escape—filled his mind completely. +And he turned and hurried away +from Farmer Green's place as fast as he +could go; for Mr. Nighthawk feared that +Solomon Owl would arrive there at any +moment.</p> + +<p>As for Kiddie Katydid, when he heard +Solomon's cry he knew at once that he +was rid of Mr. Nighthawk. And Kiddie's +<i>Katy did, Katy did; she did, she did</i> rang +out again and again in the night. All his +friends and cousins crept out of their hiding-places +and joined in the chorus. And +everybody enjoyed a good laugh over Mr. +Nighthawk's visit—and his sudden departure.</p> + +<p>Perhaps Kiddie may be forgiven for +boasting the least bit, as his companions +crowded around him.</p> + +<p>"I knew better than to jump for Mr. +Nighthawk!" he cried. "I happened to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +know that he always wants to catch his +food <i>on the wing</i>. And if I had jumped, +or tried to fly away, he would have +snatched me right out of the air as quick +as lightning."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>VI</h2> + +<h3>FREDDIE FIREFLY'S +DISCOVERY</h3> + + +<p>That secret about Katy, and what she did, +was not the only one that Kiddie hid from +the field people. He had another—something +about himself—that nobody ever +suspected, until Freddie Firefly stumbled +upon it one night.</p> + +<p>Probably Freddie would never have +learned this second secret had he not been +trying to find out about the first one. +Over in the meadow he had heard Kiddie +Katydid shrilling his well-worn ditty, +<i>Katy did; she did, she did!</i> And he had +danced his way into Farmer Green's dooryard +because he wanted to have a talk with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +Kiddie and ask him some questions about +that unknown lady.</p> + +<p>Like all others who tried to pry into the +mystery, Freddie Firefly had no luck at +all. For Kiddie Katydid made no reply +to his inquiries. Kiddie merely smiled in +a most annoying fashion and kept on repeating +the refrain.</p> + +<p>"Doesn't your voice ever get tired, singing +those silly words over and over again +all night long?" Freddie Firefly finally +asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh! no, indeed!" said Kiddie Katydid. +"On the contrary it rests my voice +to do this." And he solemnly shrilled the +chorus more rapidly than ever.</p> + +<p>"There's something queer about that cry +of yours!" Freddie Firefly suddenly exclaimed. +"I'm watching you closely; but +I can't see that your mouth moves the +least bit."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 277px;"> +<img src="images/illus-1.jpg" width="277" height="400" alt="Kiddie's Secret is Discovered by Freddie Firefly (Page 28)" title="Kiddie's Secret is Discovered by Freddie Firefly (Page 28)" /> +<span class="caption">Kiddie's Secret is Discovered by Freddie Firefly +<br />(Page 28)</span> +</div> + +<p>Again Kiddie Katydid smiled. He saw +that Freddie Firefly was puzzled.</p> + +<p>"Why do you keep moving your wings +when you say <i>Katy did?</i>" Freddie Firefly +asked him at last.</p> + +<p>But Kiddie refused to answer that question—a +fact which at once made Freddie +suspicious. He moved nearer Kiddie +Katydid and flashed his light upon him +every time Kiddie repeated his odd statement +about Katy. And soon Freddie +Firefly grew much excited. He actually +danced up and down, he was so astonished.</p> + +<p>"I've found you out!" he cried in a loud +voice. "It's no wonder your voice doesn't +get tired from that song! For you don't +really <i>sing</i> it at all! You make that queer +<i>sound by rubbing your wing covers together!</i>"</p> + +<p>Kiddie Katydid abruptly ceased his +shrilling. He looked most uncomfortable.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +And it was not surprising. He had not +supposed that Freddie Firefly—or anybody +else—would be shrewd enough to +discover that secret. It was a family secret—one +that had been closely guarded by +the Katydids since the beginning of time, +almost. And here he had gone and let +Freddie Firefly find it out!</p> + +<p>"I'm right about that and you can't +deny it!" cried Freddie Firefly boldly. +"You may as well admit that what I say +is true," he added.</p> + +<p>"I certainly won't dispute you," Kiddie +Katydid replied. "I have too good +manners to do anything so rude as that."</p> + +<p>"I don't care about your manners," +Freddie answered. "I dare say they're +good enough, although some people think +it's rather rude of you to make so much +noise when a good many others are trying +to sleep."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I should like to know who objects to +my music?" Kiddie Katydid exclaimed +hotly. "If Farmer Green has been talking +to you, I should like to state that he +had better be careful. Anyone who drives +a clattering mowing-machine around, when +a lot of us are trying to get our rest in +the daytime, ought not to complain about +a little <i>music</i> on a pleasant night like this."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>VII</h2> + +<h3>FREDDIE WANTS TO TELL</h3> + + +<p>As soon as Kiddie Katydid mentioned the +word <i>music</i>, Freddie Firefly began to +dance and shout.</p> + +<p>"There!" he cried. "You've just the +same as told me that I was right. If you +<i>sang</i> your <i>Katy did, Katy did; she did, +she did</i>, you would call it <i>singing</i>. But +since you make that ditty by rubbing your +wing covers together, it is <i>music</i>. And +you just referred to it as such!"</p> + +<p>Well, Kiddie Katydid couldn't say a +single word. Freddie Firefly was right. +They both knew it. And the secret was +hopelessly "out." In fact, it was a secret<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +no longer—unless Kiddie Katydid could +persuade Freddie Firefly to keep the news +to himself.</p> + +<p>"You won't say anything about this little +matter, I hope," Kiddie began.</p> + +<p>"Won't I?" said Freddie Firefly. "Why, +I just couldn't help telling people what +I've learned! It's the biggest bit of news +that I've known since I've lived in Pleasant +Valley. And I must get word of it to +old Mr. Crow somehow."</p> + +<p>"Why Mr. Crow?" Kiddie Katydid inquired +anxiously. He knew that the old +gentleman was a great gossip. "You +might as well put this in a newspaper as +tell Mr. Crow about it."</p> + +<p>"Ah! That's just the point!" cried +Freddie. "Mr. Crow <i>is</i> a newspaper. +Perhaps you didn't know it; but every +Saturday he flies over Blue Mountain to +the pond where Brownie Beaver lives and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +tells Brownie all the news of the past +week."</p> + +<p>"Then for pity's sake, don't let <i>him</i> +hear of this!" Kiddie begged.</p> + +<p>But nothing could have stopped Freddie +Firefly.</p> + +<p>"You're too modest," he said. "It's a +shame to be able to make music the way +you do and not let the neighbors know it. +Why, the first thing you know you'll be +one of the most famous people in this +whole valley."</p> + +<p>"But I don't want to be!" Kiddie Katydid +cried. "I'm not like you. You go +dancing about every night, flashing your +light so everyone can see you. But I stay +among the trees and shrubs. And I even +wear a green suit—which matches the color +of the leaves—so people won't notice me. +Of course," Kiddie added, "I don't mind +if the public hears my music. But I don't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +care to be seen, as a rule. And I don't +like callers a bit!"</p> + +<p>"You don't, eh?" remarked Freddie +Firefly. "Then it's time for me to be +moving along. For I never stay where +I'm not welcome." And he flitted away, +feeling somewhat peevish—and all the +more determined to get the news of the +discovered secret to Mr. Crow at the earliest +possible moment.</p> + +<p>How he was going to do that he didn't +quite know.</p> + +<p>There was little chance of his seeing +Mr. Crow, for the old gentleman only +waked up at the time Freddie Firefly was +ready to go to bed—about dawn.</p> + +<p>He was pondering over his difficulty, +which bothered him not a little, when a +terrific croaking from the direction of the +swamp reached his ears. It was the final +chorus of the Frog family's nightly sing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>ing +party. And it promptly put an idea +into Freddie Firefly's head.</p> + +<p>"I'll hurry right over there and speak +to Mr. Frog, the well-known tailor," he +said to himself. "He knows old Mr. +Crow. He sees him almost every day. +And he'll be glad to give the old gentleman +a message."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>VIII</h2> + +<h3>SPREADING THE NEWS</h3> + + +<p>When Freddie Firefly reached the swamp +he found that the singing party had already +broken up. But luckily, Mr. Frog +the tailor was the last one to leave. He +was still poised on the bank of the sluggish +stream, ready to plunge into the water and +swim away, when Freddie Firefly dropped +down upon a cat-tail and called him by +name, flashing his light frantically so that +Mr. Frog would be sure to notice him.</p> + +<p>"Wait a moment!" cried Freddie. +"I've something to say to you!"</p> + +<p>"Out with it, then!" said Mr. Frog. +"My time is valuable, you know. I ought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +to be back in my shop this moment; for I +promised Paddy Muskrat I'd make him a +policeman's uniform by to-morrow morning. +And I haven't begun it yet."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" asked Freddie, forgetting—for +the moment—his own errand.</p> + +<p>"He wants brass buttons," explained +the tailor. "And I couldn't get any until +to-night."</p> + +<p>"But couldn't you go ahead without +them?" Freddie Firefly inquired.</p> + +<p>"Certainly not!" replied Mr. Frog. "I +see you don't know much about making +a policeman's suit. You start by laying +the buttons in a row on the ground; and +then you sew the cloth onto them. . . . +That's my own invention—that method," +he added with an air of pride. "And now, +what was it you wanted to say to me?"</p> + +<p>"I don't believe there's any use of my +telling you, after all," Freddie Firefly re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>plied. +"You're going to be so busy that +you won't have time to do an errand for +me. I wanted you to give Mr. Crow a +message."</p> + +<p>"Yes—I'll be altogether too rushed to +bother with it," said Mr. Frog. "I expect +to be on the jump all night—and +most of to-morrow, too."</p> + +<p>"This message," Freddie Firefly went +on, "was something about Kiddie Katydid. +I found out his secret to-night. And +I thought Mr. Crow ought to know about +it."</p> + +<p>Now, Mr. Frog was all ready to leap +into the water. But when Freddie said +that, the tailor promptly changed his mind.</p> + +<p>"Kiddie Katydid's secret!" he repeated +in a tone of amazement. "You don't +mean to say you've discovered what it was +that Katy did?"</p> + +<p>"Never mind!" said Freddie. "I don't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +want to trouble you, Mr. Frog. I know +you're too busy to bother your head with +such things."</p> + +<p>"Tut, tut, young man!" Mr. Frog +cried. "I see you have something important +to tell me. And since that is the case, +I'll manage somehow to deliver your message +to Mr. Crow, even if I have to disappoint +a customer. <i>Always oblige a +friend!</i> That's my motto!" said Mr. Frog.</p> + +<p>"Very well, then!" Freddie Firefly replied. +"I'll say what I was going to; but +it doesn't concern that Katy person you +just mentioned."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it doesn't," the tailor echoed. +"Then I don't know that I care to listen +to you, after all. I thought you were going +to explain about that mysterious lady +that Kiddie's always singing about." He +was sadly disappointed. And once more +he turned toward the creek.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>IX</h2> + +<h3>MR. FROG IS PLEASED</h3> + + +<p>"Kiddie Katydid doesn't sing!" Freddie +Firefly told Mr. Frog hurriedly.</p> + +<p>And Mr. Frog was so surprised that he +almost sat right down in the mud.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" he cried. "You +must be crazy! For there isn't a single +person in all Pleasant Valley that hasn't +heard Kiddie Katydid singing his tiresome +song on a fine midsummer night."</p> + +<p>"That—" replied Freddie Firefly—"that +is just where you're mistaken, Mr. Frog. +And that's where everybody else is mis<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>taken, +too. To-night I was lucky enough +to learn that Kiddie Katydid has been fooling +us all this time."</p> + +<p>"You don't say so!" said Mr. Frog. +"Then who is it that sings that everlasting +chorus?"</p> + +<p>"Nobody!"</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" Mr. Frog scoffed. "I can +be fooled once, maybe. But I'm not to be +fooled twice. And you needn't think for +a moment that you can make me believe +any such thing."</p> + +<p>"I don't care whether you believe it or +not," Freddie Firefly declared. "All I ask +you to do is to tell the story to Mr. Crow."</p> + +<p>"He won't believe it, either," the tailor +retorted.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he will when he hears the rest +of the message," Freddie answered. "I +was just going to explain that Kiddie +Katydid has a trick of rubbing his wing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +covers together to make that <i>Katy did</i> +sound."</p> + +<p>"For the land's sake!" cried Mr. Frog, +as he leaped into the water, convinced at +last of the truth of Freddie Firefly's claim. +"I must hurry home at once, for dawn's already +breaking. And Mr. Crow may +come sailing over my place at any moment." +He landed with a splash in the +creek and started to swim rapidly away. +But after a few strokes he paused and +turned around. "You might almost say +that Kiddie Katydid is a fiddler, mightn't +you?" he called.</p> + +<p>"Something like that!" Freddie Firefly +agreed a bit doubtfully.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell Mr. Crow that, anyhow," said +the tailor. "It will make the story more +interesting, at least. And so far as I can +see, it can't do any harm."</p> + +<p>And then he hastened away, leaving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +Freddie Firefly to get home as best he +could in the gray of the early morning.</p> + +<p>"You may as well put out your light!" +Mr. Frog shouted back, as he disappeared +among the reeds. But he didn't +wait to see whether Freddie took his advice. +He was too much excited over the +strange news. And as he swam easily +along with practiced strokes he kept talking +to himself.</p> + +<p>"I'm a pretty clever chap, I am!" he +chuckled. "I've discovered a great secret +this night. And old Mr. Crow will be +glad to hear all about it. Perhaps he'll +want me to help him with his newspaper +after this.</p> + +<p>"And for all I know I'll have so much +to do that I won't be able to make any +more clothes for my customers."</p> + +<p>He hadn't swum far before he had entirely +forgotten that it was really Freddie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +Firefly who had discovered the secret and +told it to him.</p> + +<p>No doubt if anybody had reminded Mr. +Frog of that fact he would have been very +indignant.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>X</h2> + +<h3>A PAIR OF RASCALS</h3> + + +<p>Mr. Frog reached home just as the sun +peeped over the hills. He slipped hastily +out of the water, sprang up the bank of +the creek, and in three jumps landed on +the roof of his tailor's shop. There he +squatted, while his queer, bulging eyes +scanned the sky in every direction. He +was watching for Mr. Crow, and all but +bursting with the news that he had for the +old gentleman.</p> + +<p>Mr. Frog had not sat there long before +he heard a hoarse <i>Caw, caw!</i> in the distance.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There he is!" cried the tailor aloud. +"There's the old boy! He'll be in sight +in a moment."</p> + +<p>And sure enough! soon Mr. Crow +flapped out of the woods and came sailing +over the meadows.</p> + +<p>Thereupon Mr. Frog set up a great +croaking. And to his delight his elderly +friend heard him calling and dropped down +at once.</p> + +<p>"I've some news for you," Mr. Frog +announced, as soon as the old black scamp +alighted near him.</p> + +<p>"It'll have to keep," Mr. Crow replied. +"I'm on my way to the cornfield. I haven't +had my breakfast yet. And a person of +my age has to eat his meals regularly."</p> + +<p>The sprightly tailor looked slightly disappointed.</p> + +<p>"I don't know whether the news will +keep or not," he replied slyly. "It's very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +important. And I may have to tell it to +someone else first if you don't care to hear +it now."</p> + +<p>"What's your news about?" Mr. Crow +asked him gruffly. "I suppose you've +made another suit for somebody. And +you remember I told you I couldn't put +that news in my newspaper any more unless +you paid me something. It's advertising. +And nobody gets free advertising."</p> + +<p>"This news is something entirely different +from anything you've ever heard," +Mr. Frog insisted. "It's about Kiddie +Katydid. He's a——"</p> + +<p>"Wait till I come back from the cornfield!" +Mr. Crow pleaded.</p> + +<p>"I can't! I simply <i>must</i> tell it now!" +Mr. Frog cried.</p> + +<p>"Very well! But please talk fast; for +I'm terribly hungry."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Kiddie Katydid is a fiddler," Mr. +Frog announced. "He fiddles every night. +And that's the way he makes that ditty of +his—<i>Katy did, Katy</i>——"</p> + +<p>"Don't!" Mr. Crow begged. "Please +don't! It's bad enough to have to hear +that silly chorus every time I happen to +wake up during the night—bad enough, I +say, without being obliged to listen to it in +broad daylight."</p> + +<p>"Very well!" the tailor yielded. "But +he fiddles it, all the same. And when you +tell my tale to Brownie Beaver I guess +he'll be surprised."</p> + +<p>"I shan't tell him," Mr. Crow declared, +thereby astonishing Mr. Frog.</p> + +<p>"Why not?" the tailor demanded.</p> + +<p>"We've had a slight disagreement," said +Mr. Crow with a hoarse laugh. "I'm not +his newspaper any longer."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, there's nothing to prevent your +telling this story to other people, is there? +And you certainly will be willing to mention +me at the same time, won't you?" +Mr. Frog inquired with an anxious pucker +between his strange eyes.</p> + +<p>"Where do <i>you</i> come in, pray tell?" Mr. +Crow inquired coldly.</p> + +<p>"Why, I discovered the secret!"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you did—and perhaps you +didn't," Mr. Crow observed. Being very, +very old, he was very, very wise. And he +had long since learned that Mr. Frog was +a somewhat slippery person. "If I spread +any such news as this about Pleasant Valley +I shall do it in my own way," he remarked. +And thereupon the old gentleman +rose quickly and disappeared in the +direction of the cornfield, without so much +as a "Thank you!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Frog gazed after him mournfully.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> + +<p>"If that isn't just my luck!" he lamented. +"I ought to have kept the secret +till after the old boy had his breakfast. +Then perhaps he'd have been better +natured."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XI</h2> + +<h3>A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER</h3> + + +<p>Well, the day was not half gone before +all the wild creatures in Pleasant Valley +had heard all about Kiddie Katydid and +his fiddling. At least twenty-seven people +came to Mr. Frog at different times and +told him the news. And he was furious.</p> + +<p>"Old Mr. Crow has deceived me!" he +complained. "I found out this secret myself. +And now that black rascal's taking +all the credit for it."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Crow has suggested that Kiddie +Katydid be invited to join the Pleasant +Valley orchestra," Long Bill Wren informed +Mr. Frog. "They have no fiddlers, +you know. And Kiddie will be a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +great help to them. Mr. Crow has appointed +a committee to call on Kiddie to-night +and ask him to come to the next +concert."</p> + +<p>That was the last straw, so far as Mr. +Frog was concerned.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Crow might at least have put me +on the committee," he spluttered. "But +he has left me out in the cold."</p> + +<p>"Why, it's not cold to-day!" Long Bill +exclaimed. "Quite warm—I call it!"</p> + +<p>"It'll be good and cold by night," said +Mr. Frog. "I look for a sudden change +in the weather. Nobody ought to venture +out to-night without his heaviest overcoat +on."</p> + +<p>After flinging that remark over his +shoulder, Mr. Frog flung himself inside +his tailor's shop and slammed the door +behind him. And then, sitting down cross-legged +upon his table, he began to think,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +wrinkling his low brow until you might +have supposed he would need to smooth it +out again with one of his flat-irons.</p> + +<p>At last the tailor suddenly quit thinking +and smiled very widely from ear to +ear. And carefully selecting some soft, +warm, green cloth he began to fashion a +small garment, which was tiny enough to +fit—well, to fit a person as little as Kiddie +Katydid.</p> + +<p>Being a spry worker, Mr. Frog finished +his task by nightfall. And then, taking +his handiwork with him, he left his shop—after +locking the door behind him—and +hid himself beneath a shelving rock on the +bank of the creek.</p> + +<p>He was in a very happy mood; for his +ideas about the weather had proved to be +good. It was already turning cold.</p> + +<p>"If it wasn't midsummer I should +think we were going to have a frost!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +Mr. Frog exclaimed, buttoning the long +coat which he had donned before going +out of doors. "I wish they'd hurry up!" +he added mysteriously. He kept a close +watch upon his shop door. It was evident +that he expected callers.</p> + +<p>Not long afterward a crowd began to +gather in front of Mr. Frog's door. +"Back Soon" said the sign upon it. And +the thinly clad, shivering knot of field folk +sat themselves down unhappily and waited +for the tailor to appear. Every one of +them wanted a warm new overcoat, for +each expected to be out late that night.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Mr. Frog watched them—and +giggled as loud as he dared. It was +Mr. Crow's committee that thronged about +his door—the people who were expecting +to call upon Kiddie Katydid that very +night to invite him to join the Pleasant +Valley orchestra.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XII</h2> + +<h3>A PRESENT FOR KIDDIE</h3> + + +<p>Mr. Frog had a delightful time listening +to the remarks of his callers, who had no +idea that he was so near at hand. And +as the weather grew colder, they began to +shiver and their voices began to shake. +And by the time it was almost dark all +the waiting company were quite discouraged.</p> + +<p>"I'll never be able to stay out to-night!" +Chirpy Cricket declared. "I'm +so cold now that I can scarcely move."</p> + +<p>And it was the same with everybody +else. Even Freddie Firefly complained +that his light didn't warm him in the least. +And he said he would have to go home +at once.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Mr. Crow will be very angry with us +to-morrow when he learns we haven't +called on Kiddie Katydid," somebody remarked. +And a hush fell upon the company. +But Chirpy Cricket had a happy +thought, which made them all feel better.</p> + +<p>"Kiddie Katydid won't stay out of +doors on a night like this!" he suddenly +exclaimed. "He'll find some snug place +to creep into. And we wouldn't be able +to find him in Farmer Green's dooryard +even if we tried to."</p> + +<p>"That's so!" Chirpy's companions +shouted.</p> + +<p>"Then there's no need of our freezing +here any longer, waiting for that wretched +tailor, Mr. Frog!" said Freddie Firefly.</p> + +<p>And somehow, Mr. Frog did not smile +quite so widely over that speech.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, he was pleased, on the +whole. And not waiting to watch the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +shivering party leave the neighborhood, he +set off at once toward Farmer Green's +house, making first for the river, which +ran near the farm buildings, because Mr. +Frog did not like to travel by land.</p> + +<p>Because the air was cool, the water felt +all the warmer. And by the time Mr. Frog +had reached his journey's end he was almost +overheated. Besides, as he noticed, +it was not so cold in Farmer Green's dooryard +as it had been by the creek.</p> + +<p>He stopped, for a few moments, to cool +himself in the watering-trough. And then +he hopped briskly on to the front yard.</p> + +<p>To his great delight he had scarcely +reached the clump of maple trees when +right above him he heard Kiddie Katydid's +famous refrain.</p> + +<p>"Good evening!" Mr. Frog called. "I've +brought a little present for you, all the +way from the creek."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How-dy do!" said Kiddie Katydid. +"It's a cool night, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>"You won't mind the weather when you +put this on," Mr. Frog replied, holding up +the small garment he had made that afternoon.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 281px;"> +<img src="images/illus-2.jpg" width="281" height="400" alt="Kiddie Took His New Coat From the Twig (Page 59)" title="Kiddie Took His New Coat From the Twig (Page 59)" /> +<span class="caption">Kiddie Took His New Coat From the Twig<br /> (Page 59)</span> +</div><p>"What's that?" Kiddie Katydid asked.</p> + +<p>"An overcoat, fashioned expressly for +you by the finest tailor in Pleasant Valley!" +said Mr. Frog very proudly.</p> + +<p>"You're exceedingly kind, I'm sure," +said Kiddie. And he was about to jump +down and slip into the coat when he +noticed that Mr. Frog had an extremely +wide mouth. . . . Suppose, after slipping +into the coat, he should find himself slipping +down the tailor's throat?</p> + +<p>"Just hang the coat on a twig and I'll +get into it a little later," Kiddie Katydid +suggested.</p> + +<p>"I see!" Mr. Frog cried. "That's your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +way of accepting a gift. And I wouldn't +dream of quarreling with you about that. +So I'll hang the coat right here and go +back to the watering-trough to wet my +feet. While I'm gone you can try the +coat on, and tell me how you like it when +I come back."</p> + +<p>"I hope it's a green one!" said Kiddie +Katydid somewhat anxiously. "For if it +isn't green, I couldn't wear it, you know. I +always wear green. It's my favorite +color."</p> + +<p>"Ah! Trust me not to make a mistake!" +Mr. Frog chuckled happily. And +then he withdrew. But he could not help +pausing for a moment, to look back and +watch, while Kiddie sprang down from +his tree and took his new coat from the +twig on which the tailor had hung it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XIII</h2> + +<h3>KIDDIE KATYDID IS SHY</h3> + + +<p>"Now—" said Mr. Frog, when he had +returned from the watering-trough—"now +tell me, how do you like the overcoat I +made for you?"</p> + +<p>And Kiddie Katydid, safe in his tree +once more, and snugly buttoned in Mr. +Frog's gift, replied that it was the finest +garment he had ever owned in all his life.</p> + +<p>"Good!" said Mr. Frog. "And I dare +say you've had many overcoats in your +time, too."</p> + +<p>Kiddie Katydid did not correct Mr. +Frog's mistake. To tell the truth, he had +never before had an overcoat on his back.</p> + +<p>"I've come here to-night to deliver an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +important message to you," Mr. Frog +went on. "And thinking the weather +might be cooler than you liked, I made you +that fine coat so you could stay out here +in your tree and listen to what I have to +tell you. . . . I hear—" he said—"I hear +that you're a musician."</p> + +<p>"Yes!" said Kiddie Katydid—for he +knew well enough that Freddie Firefly +could not have kept the secret.</p> + +<p>"I hear that you're a fiddler," Mr. Frog +added.</p> + +<p>"Why, no! I've never played the fiddle!" +Kiddie Katydid exclaimed. "I don't know +how to do that."</p> + +<p>"Well, how do you know that you can't, +if you've never tried?" Mr. Frog retorted. +"If you can play <i>Katy did, Katy did; she +did, she did</i>, by rubbing your wing covers +together, there's no knowing what you +could do with a real fiddle and bow."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That's true," Kiddie admitted. "I +never thought of that."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mr. Frog, who appeared +greatly pleased with himself, "anyhow, I +want you to join our singing society. Perhaps +you've heard me and my friends over +in the swamp. Almost every night we +have a singing party there. And if you'll +only agree to fiddle for us, while we sing, +I venture to say that we'll have Farmer +Green getting up out of his bed to listen +to us."</p> + +<p>Naturally, the invitation pleased Kiddie +Katydid. But for all that, he shook his +head slowly.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I'm too shy," he told Mr. +Frog. "I like to stay hidden among the +leaves, where people can't see me."</p> + +<p>"That'll be all right!" Mr. Frog assured +him. "You can hide in some bush +near-by, where we can't look at you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> + +<p>But still Kiddie Katydid wouldn't accept +the invitation. Although Mr. Frog +teased and teased, all he would say was +that he would think the matter over.</p> + +<p>"Promise me this, at least—" Mr. Frog +finally said—"promise me that you won't +agree to make music for anybody else! +Now that people know you're musical, +they'll be asking you to play in an orchestra, +or a band, or a fife-and-drum corps, +or something. But I've invited you first, +and if you oblige anybody it ought to be +me—especially after I've given you that +beautiful warm overcoat." The tailor +looked upwards into the tree so beseechingly +that Kiddie Katydid hadn't the heart +to refuse his request.</p> + +<p>"I'll promise that," he said.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" cried Mr. Frog, opening his +mouth so widely that Kiddie Katydid +couldn't help shuddering at the sight.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> + +<p>And then Mr. Frog leaped into the air +three times. And each time that he leaped, +he struck his heels together three times, +just to show how happy he was.</p> + +<p>Then, with a hearty "Good night!" he +turned away and went skipping off.</p> + +<p>And Kiddie Katydid, making his curious +music in the top of the maple tree, +kept thinking that the tailor was one of +the oddest chaps he had ever seen.</p> + +<p>He did wish, too, that Mr. Frog had a +smaller mouth.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XIV</h2> + +<h3>KIDDIE KEEPS HIS PROMISE</h3> + + +<p>Old Mr. Crow flew into a terrible rage +when he found, the next morning, that his +committee had not called on Kiddie Katydid +during the night. And when Chirpy +Cricket told him that the weather was too +cold for anybody to stay out late, Mr. +Crow said "Nonsense! What about Mr. +Frog?"</p> + +<p>That was a hard question to answer. +And Chirpy Cricket was so afraid of angry +Mr. Crow that he promptly hid himself +among the roots of a clump of grass.</p> + +<p>Now, the fact that Mr. Frog had been +away from his shop the night before set +Mr. Crow to worrying.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That slippery tailor has been up to +some mischief," Mr. Crow declared. "And +if he has played a trick on me I'll never +hear the last of it."</p> + +<p>The old gentleman was so disturbed that +he quite lost his appetite during the rest +of the day. And he moped and groaned +about, hoping for the best, but fearing the +worst. One thing that made him especially +uneasy was the fact that when he called +on Mr. Frog he found the tailor in a gayer +mood than he had ever known him to be +in.</p> + +<p>Mr. Frog bounded about his shop like +a rubber ball. And the worst of it was, he +<i>would</i> sing, although Mr. Crow begged +him, with tears in his eyes, to stop.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" Mr. Frog asked +him. "Don't you like my voice? Or is it +the songs I sing? I've a new one that I'd +like to sing for you. It's about one of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +the Katydid family; and I'm sure you'll +enjoy hearing it."</p> + +<p>But Mr. Crow wouldn't stay there any +longer. With a loud squawk of rage he +scurried away. He was sure, then, that +Mr. Frog had tricked him.</p> + +<p>That night Mr. Crow's committee called +on Kiddie Katydid. It was a fine, warm, +moonlight night. And as they drew near +Farmer Green's place they could hear Kiddie's +shrill music, even while they were +still a quarter of a mile away.</p> + +<p>"He plays better than ever," said Freddie +Firefly. "I wish Mr. Crow could hear +him." And they hurried on, believing +that everything was going to turn out all +right, in the end.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Crow will be sorry, to-morrow, +that he scolded us," said Chirpy Cricket.</p> + +<p>But the committee met with a sad disappointment. +When they invited Kiddie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +Katydid to join the Pleasant Valley orchestra +he told them that he couldn't.</p> + +<p>"Why not?" Freddie Firefly asked.</p> + +<p>"I've promised somebody that I +wouldn't," Kiddie said.</p> + +<p>And though they pressed him for an explanation, +he wouldn't give them any. He +wouldn't say another word.</p> + +<p>It was a downcast company that left +Farmer Green's front yard. And they +quarreled among themselves, too, before +they parted. For there wasn't one of them +that was willing to tell Mr. Crow that +Kiddie had declined his invitation.</p> + +<p>But they finally hit upon a plan that +suited everybody. They agreed to get Mr. +Crow's cousin, Jasper Jay, to break the +news gently to the old gentleman.</p> + +<p>It turned out that Jasper was delighted +to undertake the task. He hoped that Mr. +Crow would fly into a passion when he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +heard the sad tale. And Jasper was not +disappointed. For old Mr. Crow was +furious.</p> + +<p>"It's the work of that sly rascal, Mr. +Frog!" he squalled. "He must have called +on Kiddie Katydid and hoodwinked him +somehow. . . . I'd like to know what he +said."</p> + +<p>But Mr. Crow never found that out. +So Kiddie Katydid had another secret, +which was known only to himself and Mr. +Frog.</p> + +<p>And Mr. Frog wouldn't tell anybody, +because he preferred to tease Mr. Crow.</p> + +<p>And Kiddie Katydid wouldn't tell anybody, +because he liked secrets. So when +people tried to pry into the affair, he just +folded his wings tightly over himself—and +said nothing.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XV</h2> + +<h3>BENJAMIN BAT'S PLAN</h3> + + +<p>Of course, Kiddie Katydid was not always +to be found in his favorite nook among the +trees in Farmer Green's front yard. +Quite often he went skipping about from +tree to tree or from bush to bush, sometimes +flying and sometimes leaping. It +really made little difference to him which +mode of travel he used. And he never +stopped to think how lucky he was to be +able to move so spryly with the help of +either his legs or his wings. He took his +good fortune as a matter of course.</p> + +<p>There was Mr. Frog! He was a famous +jumper; but he couldn't fly. And there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +was Mr. Nighthawk! He was a skillful +flier; but he couldn't jump.</p> + +<p>Such thoughts, however, never entered +Kiddie Katydid's head. He went cheerfully +about his business—which was <i>eating</i>, +principally—and jumped or flew as +the mood seized him. Indeed, if it hadn't +been for that queer fellow, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Bejamin'">Benjamin</ins> Bat, +probably Kiddie never would have realized +just what he could—or couldn't—do.</p> + +<p>Since Benjamin was another night-prowler +like himself, Kiddie Katydid saw +him often. It seemed to Kiddie that he +could scarcely ever gaze at the full moon +without catching sight of Benjamin Bat's +dusky shape flitting jerkily across the +great, round, yellow disk.</p> + +<p>When Benjamin was astir in the neighborhood, +Kiddie Katydid lay low—or high—in +his favorite tree-top. At least, he +kept very still until the night was nearly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +gone, to give Benjamin Bat plenty of time +to satisfy his hunger. For Kiddie found +Benjamin Bat a much more agreeable +companion when he had eaten his fill. +Early in the evening, soon after he had +waked up, Benjamin was positively ferocious. +But the more he ate, the pleasanter +he grew. And by the time faint +streaks of light began to show in the east +he could smile and crack a joke as easily +as anybody else.</p> + +<p>Well, late one night—or early one morning—Kiddie +Katydid and Benjamin Bat +were enjoying a chat in the tree-tops, when +Benjamin put a new idea into Kiddie's +head.</p> + +<p>"We ought to have some sports right +here in Farmer Green's yard," he suggested. +"You're such a fine jumper that +you could try your skill against Mr. Frog. +And you're such a fine flier that you and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +Freddie Firefly ought to have a race. . . . +I'd suggest—" he added—"I'd suggest +that the sports take place after dark, +almost any evening."</p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid spoke up quickly +and said that he wouldn't care to join in +the fun until the night was almost gone. +He said he was sure he could jump and +fly better at that time. And that was quite +true, because he knew that if Mr. Bat +swallowed him early in the evening he +wouldn't be able to take any part in the +sports.</p> + +<p>"Very well, then!" Benjamin Bat replied. +"But it will be the worst possible +time for me."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" Kiddie Katydid +inquired. "Do you expect to enter any +of the contests?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes!" said Benjamin. "I'm going +to hang by my heels from the limb of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +tree. And since I'm never so heavy early +in the evening, before I've had a chance to +eat much, I'd prefer to have the sports +begin soon after dark."</p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid said that there was +no doubt Benjamin Bat would win in the +sport of hanging head downward by his +heels. And he told Benjamin not to +worry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XVI</h2> + +<h3>A NOISY CROWD</h3> + + +<p>When the night of the races and other +sports finally came, a great crowd began +to gather about Farmer Green's place +soon after dark. Although Benjamin Bat +had told people that the fun wasn't going +to begin until almost morning, they were +all so excited that they couldn't wait for +the night to pass.</p> + +<p>They lingered around the dooryard and +talked so loudly that they actually disturbed +the household. Farmer Green was +even tempted to get up and shut his window, +he found it so hard to go to sleep.</p> + +<p>The noisiest of all the gathering was +Mr. Frog, the tailor, who lived over by the +creek.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>He had a great deal to say about everything; +and it soon became plain to everyone +that he was trying to manage the +whole affair.</p> + +<p>Mr. Frog objected to every arrangement +that Benjamin Bat had made. When +he learned that he was expected to enter a +jumping contest with Kiddie Katydid he +exclaimed that he and Kiddie were such +good friends that he hated the thought of +trying to beat Kiddie at jumping.</p> + +<p>"Kiddie might feel bad," said Mr. Frog. +"People might laugh at him because I +won."</p> + +<p>"Don't you worry about me!" Kiddie +Katydid called out.</p> + +<p>"Where are you?" asked Mr. Frog, +looking all around. "I can hear you, but +I can't see you."</p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid refused to show +himself.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> + +<p>He preferred, for the time being, to remain +safely hidden among the leaves, +where he could listen to what people said—and +talk to them when he wanted to.</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't you prefer some other sort +of contest?" Mr. Frog then asked him. +"Now, there's swimming! We could swim +in the watering-trough, or the duck pond. +And if I beat you, you could stick your +head under water, so you wouldn't hear +what people said. Don't you think that's +a good idea?"</p> + +<p>"Goodness, no!" cried Kiddie. "I'd +drown myself in no time."</p> + +<p>"Dear me!" said Mr. Frog. "I never +thought of that."</p> + +<p>And then everybody laughed so loudly +at him that he hurried off to the watering-trough +to dive under water, and stay there +until he was sure that his remarks had been +forgotten.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> + +<p>Meanwhile Benjamin Bat was worrying. +He couldn't find anybody who was willing +to try the sport of hanging head downward +by his heels. He asked Kiddie Katydid; +and Kiddie declined flatly to do any +such thing.</p> + +<p>Now, since Benjamin had not yet dined, +he was very short-tempered. And he grew +angry at once.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" he sneered. +"Don't you know how to do an easy trick +like that? If I could see you—" he declared, +peering among the maple leaves—"if +I could see you I'd show you how it +feels to hang beneath a limb."</p> + +<p>Kiddie Katydid said no word in reply. +He knew well enough what Benjamin Bat +meant. Benjamin wanted to eat him! +And he wished that Benjamin would go +away and get a good meal somewhere before +he came back again.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XVII</h2> + +<h3>KITTY DID!</h3> + + +<p>As the hours sped by and the moon at +last crossed the sky and dropped out of +sight, Kiddie Katydid saw that there was +going to be trouble.</p> + +<p>He was worried about Benjamin Bat. +Early in the evening Benjamin had begun +to abuse Mr. Frog. And he was so busy +doing that that he wouldn't take the time +to go away and snatch even a bite to eat.</p> + +<p>Naturally, Benjamin's temper grew +worse as the night lengthened. And Kiddie +Katydid had to admit to himself that +he would be most unwise if he did any +jumping or flying just then. For Ben<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>jamin +Bat was in so fierce a humor that +he was ready to snap at anybody who was +smaller than he was. All the tiny flying +folk gave him a wide berth. And it began +to look as if he were going to spoil the +night's fun.</p> + +<p>But all the while Mr. Frog never once +lost his temper. Even when Benjamin +Bat called him a long-legged, flat-headed, +paddle-footed meddler, Mr. Frog only +smiled and turned a few somersaults backward.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with you?" Benjamin +Bat asked him at last. "Can't you +speak?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly! Certainly!" Mr. Frog said +then. "I've been trying to think of some +way to prevent so much quarreling. It +hardly seems fair to Kiddie Katydid—this +uproar right in his dooryard. And since +you are the one that's making the great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>est +disturbance, I'd suggest that you go +away and leave us to enjoy the rest of +the night in peace."</p> + +<p>"I'll do nothing of the kind!" Benjamin +Bat screamed. "This is <i>my</i> party. I +thought of it in the first place. And I'm +going to stay here until dawn."</p> + +<p>"Very well! Then the rest of us will +leave at once," Mr. Frog told him. And +calling good-by to all his friends, Mr. +Frog flopped himself briskly away.</p> + +<p>The smaller folk, too, vanished as if by +magic. Though Benjamin Bat watched +sharply, he didn't even see Freddie Firefly +when he slipped away.</p> + +<p>"That's strange!" thought Benjamin. +"He must have put out his light, to fool +me. But I don't care, because Kiddie +Katydid is hidden somewhere in this tree. +And I'm going to find him—for I'm terribly +hungry."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> + +<p>So Benjamin began flying in and out +among the maple branches. Nobody but +he could have twisted and turned in such +a helter-skelter fashion. It made Kiddie +Katydid almost dizzy just to watch him. +But Kiddie didn't take his eyes off Benjamin, +because he intended to jump—and +jump fast and far—in case Benjamin +should spy him.</p> + +<p>Now, although the Bat family was able +to see in the dark as well as Farmer +Green's cat could, Benjamin failed to find +Kiddie Katydid anywhere. Crouching motionless +upon a leaf, and dressed all in +green, Kiddie Katydid was almost invisible. +But if he had moved the least bit, +Benjamin Bat would have found him out.</p> + +<p>Looking only for a tiny green figure +among the green leaves, Benjamin Bat +paid no attention to the grayish branches +of the tree. He was really strangely care<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>less. +Quite unsuspected by him, while he +was wrangling with Mr. Frog, the cat had +crept out of the woodshed and stolen +softly into that very tree, where she lay +motionless along a limb. She had come +out upon an early morning hunt for birds.</p> + +<p>She was a fierce old cat. There was +nothing, almost, that she wasn't ready and +willing to fight. Even old dog Spot had +learned to shun her. And now she waited +patiently until Benjamin Bat should come +within reach of her quick paws.</p> + +<p>That stupid, blundering fellow bumped +squarely into her at last. And how he +escaped is still a mystery. The old cat +always claimed that when she found Benjamin +wasn't a bird she was so surprised +that she let him go. And as for Benjamin +himself, he never would discuss his adventure +with anybody. Kiddie Katydid +was the only other one who saw what hap<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>pened. +But he was so frightened at the +time that he only knew that Benjamin +Bat tore away toward the swamp as if a +thousand cats were following him. And +people do say that for some time afterward, +Kiddie Katydid shrilled a slightly +different ditty. It was <i>Kitty did, Kitty +did; she did, she did!</i></p> + +<p>But when Mr. Frog mentioned that +news, with a laugh, to Benjamin Bat, over +in the swamp, Benjamin only said, "Stuff +and nonsense!"</p> + +<p>Yet he looked most uncomfortable.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XVIII</h2> + +<h3>THE TWO GRASSHOPPERS</h3> + + +<p>Kiddie Katydid had a neighbor who was +a good deal like him. Indeed, a careless +person had to look sharply to discover +much difference between them. But there +was a difference. There was, especially, a +certain way in which one could always +tell them apart. One had only to take the +trouble to look at their horns—or feelers. +For Kiddie Katydid had horns as long—or +longer—than he was. But his neighbor, +who was known as Leaper the Locust, +wore his horns quite short.</p> + +<p>Although they saw each other often, +Kiddie and this neighbor of his were not +on the best of terms. The trouble was +simply this: they couldn't agree on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +question of horns. Whenever they met +they were sure to have a most unpleasant +dispute before they parted.</p> + +<p>Really, their quarrels were as bad as +those that Jimmy Rabbit and Frisky +Squirrel once had over the matter of tails. +And many of the field folk said it was a +shame that the Grasshoppers' trouble +couldn't be settled somehow.</p> + +<p>Strange as it may seem, that remark +always made Leaper the Locust terribly +angry. And it enraged Kiddie Katydid +as did nothing else.</p> + +<p>The difficulty was that the field people—as +well as Farmer Green's whole family—had +fallen into the lazy habit of calling +those two by the same name. They spoke +of Kiddie Katydid as "the Long-horned +Grasshopper," while they termed his +neighbor "the Short-horned Grasshopper."</p> + +<p>"It's bad enough to look somewhat like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +Leaper the Locust, without being tagged +with the name of Grasshopper, along with +him," Kiddie Katydid spluttered.</p> + +<p>"Honestly, I'm tempted to move away +from this neighborhood," Leaper the Locust +began to tell everyone he met. "If +that chap would only trim his horns to +the proper length I wouldn't mind it so +much. But he's actually proud of them. +He's always waving them over his head, so +people will notice them."</p> + +<p>They both declared—Kiddie Katydid +and Leaper the Locust—that they couldn't +abide the name "Grasshopper." And +they took pains to warn people in the +neighborhood that they wouldn't answer to +that name, no matter how loudly anyone +might shout it at them.</p> + +<p>After that a few of their neighbors took +great delight in crying "Grasshopper! +Grasshopper!" whenever one of the two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +happened to be within hearing. But no +matter which of them it might be—whether +Leaper the Locust or Kiddie +Katydid—he pretended not to hear, and +went right on eating.</p> + +<p>But at last something happened that +made both those jumpy gentlemen change +their minds. From not wanting to be +called Grasshoppers, they decided suddenly +that they liked the name. And each +claimed that the other had no right to it.</p> + +<p>This odd state of affairs arose when +they learned that a stranger had come into +the valley bearing a message marked "For +Mr. Grasshopper."</p> + +<p>"That's for me!" Kiddie Katydid cried, +as soon as he heard the news.</p> + +<p>"You're mistaken!" Leaper the Locust +snapped. "The message is clearly intended +for me. And I shan't let anybody else +open it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XIX</h2> + +<h3>A QUARREL</h3> + + +<p>Kiddie Katydid and Leaper the Locust +quarreled so loudly that they soon drew a +crowd around them.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 280px;"> +<img src="images/illus-3.jpg" width="280" height="400" alt="Kiddie Faced Leaper the Locust (Page 90)" title="Kiddie Faced Leaper the Locust (Page 90)" /> +<span class="caption">Kiddie Faced Leaper the Locust<br />(Page 90)</span> +</div><p>"That message for 'Mr. Grasshopper' is +certainly meant for me," Kiddie insisted. +"You know yourself how you have objected +to being called by the name of +'Grasshopper.' Why, only last night you +refused to stop when Freddie Firefly +shouted it after you."</p> + +<p>"And you—" cried Leaper the Locust—"you +paid no attention when Chirpy +Cricket went up to you just as the moon +rose this evening and said, 'How-dy do,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +Mr. Grasshopper!' right in your ear. You +have no right to open the message. And +I promise you that I shall make trouble +for you if you don't mind your own affairs."</p> + +<p>"Well, well—what's all this row about, +anyhow?" asked a strange voice. It was a +newcomer in Pleasant Valley who had +just spoken. He elbowed his way briskly +through the throng until he reached the +center of it, where Kiddie and Leaper the +Locust faced each other angrily. People +noticed that the stranger looked as if he +had travelled a long distance. And he had +a mail-pouch slung over his back. Furthermore, +he was enough like Kiddie and +Leaper to be a cousin of either one of +them.</p> + +<p>A person couldn't see his horns, on +account of the hat that he wore.</p> + +<p>When this traveller asked about the dis<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>pute, +everybody hastened to explain the +quarrel to him.</p> + +<p>He listened carefully, and when he had +heard the whole story he said:</p> + +<p>"This message—do you know where it +is? Do you know who has it now?"</p> + +<p>"No!" Leaper the Locust cried, while +Kiddie Katydid echoed the word.</p> + +<p>"Ah! I thought not!" said the stranger, +"I thought not, because I have it in this +mail-bag. And now I must confess that +I'm puzzled myself; for I don't know +which one it's intended for." And he +pulled off his hat and began fanning himself +with it.</p> + +<p>It was perfectly plain to everyone that +he was sadly perplexed.</p> + +<p>Then Leaper the Locust gave a great +shout.</p> + +<p>"You're a Short-horn!" he exclaimed. +"It can't be that you would have a mes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>sage +for a person with horns like <i>his!</i>" He +pointed a scornful finger at poor Kiddie +Katydid.</p> + +<p>One glance at the stranger's head—now +that he had removed his hat—told everybody +that Leaper the Locust was not mistaken.</p> + +<p>The stranger's horns <i>were</i> short. There +was no denying that fact.</p> + +<p>"I believe you must be the Mr. Grasshopper +I'm looking for," said the stranger.</p> + +<p>Then he put his hand inside his mail-pouch +and pulled out a letter.</p> + +<p>Leaper the Locust made a sudden jump +for the message. But he was so eager that +he sprang too far. He sailed far over the +stranger's head and landed some distance +away.</p> + +<p>"Hullo! He doesn't want it!" said the +stranger. "It must be for <i>you!</i>" And he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +shoved the message into Kiddie Katydid's +willing hands.</p> + +<p>Almost immediately Leaper the Locust +jumped back again.</p> + +<p>But of course he was too late.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XX</h2> + +<h3>THE STRANGER'S MESSAGE</h3> + + +<p>Leaper the Locust was a rude fellow. +He actually tried to snatch the message +out of Kiddie Katydid's hands. But the +stranger promptly bowled him over and +told him sternly to be off.</p> + +<p>Leaper did not dare disobey. So he +hurried away. But after a few moments +he came sailing back again and hung on +the outskirts of the crowd, to see what was +going on.</p> + +<p>He soon discovered that there was some +difficulty. Kiddie Katydid had torn open +the message; and now he turned it over +and over, wondering what it said—for to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +tell the truth, he couldn't read a single +word.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" the stranger remarked presently. +"I see what your trouble is. You haven't +your spectacles on!"</p> + +<p>He was a polite person—that stranger. +He knew better than to suggest that a +body didn't know his letters!</p> + +<p>"Let me help you!" he continued. And +taking the message from Kiddie Katydid, +he held it upside down and began reciting +in a sing-song voice:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +Dear Mr. Grasshopper,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">in Pleasant Valley——</span><br /> + + +<p>Though you do not know +me, I am a distant cousin of yours; +and I am now on my way to your +neighborhood, with my family. Not +being acquainted in your part of the +country, I am sending you this mes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>sage +with the hope that you will be +ready to welcome us when we arrive. +<i>Please see that there's a plenty to eat!</i></p></div> + + +<p>"That's odd!" Kiddie Katydid exclaimed, +after the stranger had finished. "Won't +you please read that once more? I want +to be sure that I understand it."</p> + +<p>Thereupon the travel-worn messenger +repeated the contents of the letter. And +this time he held it with the back towards +him, so that he couldn't see the writing at +all. Like Kiddie Katydid, he didn't know +how to read a word. But luckily he had +learned the message by heart before starting +on his journey.</p> + +<p>"What's my cousin's name?" Kiddie +Katydid asked him abruptly. "Hasn't he +signed the message?"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid he forgot to do that," the +stranger muttered. "No doubt he wants<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +to surprise you," he added, as he handed +the letter back to Kiddie.</p> + +<p>"This cousin of mine—is he a Long-horn +or a Short-horn?" Kiddie Katydid inquired.</p> + +<p>At that question the stranger shifted +uneasily from one foot to another. And +since he had six feet, he looked for a moment +as if he were engaged in a queer sort +of dance.</p> + +<p>"I should say—" he said at last—"I +should say his horns were about <i>medium</i>."</p> + +<p>Kiddie Katydid stared at the fellow +very hard.</p> + +<p>"I believe you know more than you're +willing to tell!" he suddenly cried. And +then he quickly shoved the letter inside +the stranger's mail-pouch. "That's not +for me, after all!" he declared. "Unless +I'm greatly mistaken, the person that sent +this letter is a Short-horn, the same as you.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +And I want nothing to do with him!"</p> + +<p>"Where's that other fellow that was +clamoring for the message?" the stranger +asked. And spying Leaper the Locust on +the edge of the crowd, he sprang upon him, +collared him, and explained that there had +been a mistake.</p> + +<p>"The message is for you," he announced.</p> + +<p>"But I don't want it now!" Leaper the +Locust shouted. "I've heard it twice already; +and I don't like it in the least!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXI</h2> + +<h3>LEAPER THE LOCUST IS +WORRIED</h3> + + +<p>Kiddie Katydid looked on happily while +Leaper the Locust struggled to free himself +from the clutches of the messenger. +But Leaper was no match for the stranger. +In the end he had to accept the message +as his own.</p> + +<p>"Now," said the stranger, "your cousin +and his family will reach here by to-morrow +at the latest. So you'd better be +making arrangements to welcome him.</p> + +<p>"Remember! Have plenty of food +ready! I'll warn you now that if your +cousin's family have to go hungry they'll +be pretty angry with you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't believe I need to worry," +Leaper the Locust remarked carelessly. +"If they don't like what I have they can +go without, for all I care."</p> + +<p>Though the stranger said nothing in reply +to that, he glared at Leaper in a +threatening fashion which haunted him all +the rest of the night.</p> + +<p>"I wish I had never heard of this horrid +message!" he exclaimed at last. "I +wish I had never laid claim to it. It's going +to cause me trouble, I know!"</p> + +<p>The more he worried over the visit of +his unknown cousin, the more Leaper the +Locust wished he were safely rid of the +whole affair.</p> + +<p>"I know what I'll do!" he cried at last. +"I'll disguise myself. I'll make my horns +so long that people will think I'm somebody +else."</p> + +<p>So he set to work. And biting off some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +slender grasses, he bound them to his +stubby horns with threads from a spider's +web which he found in the pasture.</p> + +<p>Then he looked at himself in a pool.</p> + +<p>"I'm a Long-horn now!" he exclaimed. +And he was greatly pleased at the sight +of himself—he who had once scoffed at +Kiddie Katydid's horns and advised him +to have them trimmed.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the strange messenger had +disappeared. It was said that he had gone +to meet the other travellers and guide them +to their cousin, Leaper the Locust.</p> + +<p>And there was great excitement +throughout Pleasant Valley. A good +many of the field people stopped at +Farmer Green's dooryard and told Kiddie +Katydid that they thought he had made +a mistake.</p> + +<p>"You might have had the honor of receiving +the guests," they said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, thank you!" he replied to all such +remarks. "I'm willing enough to let +Leaper the Locust do the honors. And +unless I'm much mistaken, he's trembling +in his shoes this very moment."</p> + +<p>Then the field people would shake their +heads and say that they didn't understand. +Wasn't everybody <i>glad</i> to have +company once in a while? And wouldn't +it be a <i>pleasure</i> to talk with strangers +who came from some far-off place, and +ask them how the crops were where they +lived, and what the weather was?</p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid only said mysteriously, +"Wait a bit! And if you want +<i>strangers</i> to talk to, there'll soon be plenty +of them in this neighborhood, if I'm not +mistaken."</p> + +<p>Well, Kiddie's neighbors couldn't imagine +what he meant. They made a good +many guesses. But there was always<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +somebody to point out some flaw and upset +every calculation. So at last everybody +stopped guessing and admitted that +he had no idea as to what Kiddie Katydid +had in mind. It was just another one of +his secrets. And people might as well +wait patiently to see what happened. Even +Solomon Owl agreed to that. "Time will +tell!" he said with a wise nod of his head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXII</h2> + +<h3>THE SHORT-HORNS ARRIVE</h3> + + +<p>In at least one respect, the short-horned +messenger had told the truth. Before +twenty-four hours had gone by, the fellow +returned to Farmer Green's dooryard; +and with him came a great, fat person +who belonged without question to the +Locust family.</p> + +<p>Nobody could call his horns long. Nor +could anyone call them medium. They +were short; and no one in his right mind +would deny it.</p> + +<p>"Where's that fellow you call Leaper?" +the messenger asked Chirpy Cricket. +"Here's his cousin! And the rest of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +family will be dropping down here in just +a few minutes."</p> + +<p>Chirpy Cricket replied that he hadn't +seen Leaper the Locust since the night before.</p> + +<p>"That's strange!" the messenger remarked, +turning to his fat companion. +"He was to be here to welcome you."</p> + +<p>"Ah! I see him now! He's right here +in this tree!" exclaimed the fat one. And +he half-jumped, half-flew into Kiddie +Katydid's favorite tree.</p> + +<p>"You're wrong!" said Kiddie Katydid. +"I'm a Long-horn—and you can't claim to +be a cousin of mine."</p> + +<p>"My mistake! My mistake!" said the +fat gentleman hastily. And he left even +more suddenly than he had come.</p> + +<p>"I hope your friend Leaper hasn't given +us the slip," he remarked to the messenger +as he joined him again.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Never fear! If he fails us we'll find +him and punish him as he deserves," said +the messenger with a savage frown.</p> + +<p>And Kiddie Katydid, looking down from +his tree-top, was gladder than ever that +he had escaped this terrible trouble that +had come to Leaper the Locust.</p> + +<p>Soon a patter, patter, patter made itself +heard among the leaves.</p> + +<p>"My goodness! Can that be rain?" +Freddie Firefly exclaimed. "The moon is +shining. And I don't see a cloud in the +sky."</p> + +<p>Even as he spoke the strange sound +grew louder.</p> + +<p>"Can it be hailing?" Freddie asked Kiddie +Katydid anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" Kiddie told him. "What you +hear is nothing but Leaper the Locust's +cousin's family. They're just beginning to +arrive."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> + +<p>Freddie Firefly could scarcely believe his +own ears.</p> + +<p>"Why, there must be dozens of them!" +he cried.</p> + +<p>"More than that!" Kiddie Katydid replied.</p> + +<p>"Hundreds, then!"</p> + +<p>"Still more!" Kiddie Katydid said.</p> + +<p>"Well, <i>thousands</i>, then!" cried Freddie +Firefly. "You don't mean to say there are +more of 'em than that?"</p> + +<p>"There are tens of thousands and hundreds +of thousands," Kiddie Katydid declared +solemnly. "They'll eat everything +they can find. And we shall be lucky if +they leave enough for the rest of us to +live on, after they pass on."</p> + +<p>"How did you learn all this?" Freddie +Firefly wanted to know.</p> + +<p>"That's another of my secrets," said +Kiddie Katydid.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> + +<p>So Freddie Firefly went off to hunt for +Leaper the Locust. He knew now why +Leaper had struggled to escape from that +mysterious messenger with the curious +message. And Freddie intended to ask +Leaper a good many questions about his +cousins.</p> + +<p>But he couldn't find Leaper anywhere. +He searched for him high and low, and +far and wide. But nobody knew where +Leaper was.</p> + +<p>"There are lots of Short-horns everywhere +to-night," Benjamin Bat told him. +"I claim any one of them is just as good +as another." And Benjamin grinned horribly.</p> + +<p>Freddie Firefly shuddered. It seemed +to him that he had never passed such a +dreadful night before.</p> + +<p>But Benjamin Bat was having the time +of his life. He said that he hoped the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +Short-horns would like Pleasant Valley so +well that they would decide to stay right +there for the rest of their days. But, +strange to say, Benjamin made things as +unpleasant as possible for the newcomers. +He <i>ate</i> as many of them as he could, remarking +that from such a horde a few would +scarcely be missed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXIII</h2> + +<h3>THE BEST OF FRIENDS</h3> + + +<p>In spite of his lengthened horns, Leaper +the Locust hardly dared show himself +while his cousins remained in the neighborhood.</p> + +<p>But when he did venture out, not one of +the hungry horde paid the slightest heed to +him. They just ate and ate and ate. And +Pleasant Valley soon began to take on a +brown, withered look, as if fall had already +come.</p> + +<p>Kiddie Katydid soon saw that he would +have to move, if Leaper's cousins lingered +there much longer. And he didn't like the +thought of quitting his home.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I wouldn't mind going, if I could take +Farmer Green's dooryard with me," he remarked +to a long-horned gentleman who +stopped to talk with him one evening. +"But of course," Kiddie added with a +smile, "that's out of the question."</p> + +<p>"I quite agree with you," said the other. +"In fact, I'm ready to agree to almost +anything you say."</p> + +<p>"These Short-horns are a terrible lot!" +Kiddie Katydid observed.</p> + +<p>"They are, indeed!" exclaimed the polite +stranger. "I wish they'd finish their visit +here and leave us in peace."</p> + +<p>"I never want to see another Short-horn +as long as I live," Kiddie Katydid declared.</p> + +<p>"Nor I!" echoed the strange gentleman.</p> + +<p>And Kiddie Katydid couldn't help thinking +what a pleasant person the long-horned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +stranger was and how gentle were his +manners.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to know your name!" he cried. +"It's a long time since I have met anybody +so agreeable as you are."</p> + +<p>The stranger drew nearer and lowered +his voice.</p> + +<p>"Don't you know me?" he asked.</p> + +<p>Kiddie Katydid stared at him for a moment.</p> + +<p>"No!" he said at length. "To be sure, +you do have a familiar look, in a way. +But I must say I don't recognize you."</p> + +<p>Then the stranger spoke in a whisper:</p> + +<p>"They used to call me 'Leaper the +Locust'!"</p> + +<p>"Go 'way!" cried Kiddie Katydid. "<i>He</i> +was nothing but a Short-horned Grasshopper. +And anyone can see with half an +eye that your horns are fully as long as +my own."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> + +<p>"They're not real horns," said the other +sadly. "That is, they're real only a part +of the way."</p> + +<p>And looking more closely, Kiddie Katydid +saw that what he said was true. It +was, indeed, Leaper the Locust. And he +was greatly changed in more ways than +one.</p> + +<p>He had lost his old, quarrelsome air; +and he had become very meek and mild.</p> + +<p>"Don't tell my cousins what I've done!" +he begged Kiddie Katydid. "I don't want +them to know who I am."</p> + +<p>Kiddie assured the poor fellow that he +would not betray him. He was sorry for +Leaper the Locust.</p> + +<p>"You'll be glad when your relations +move on, won't you?" he said. "Then you +can take those bits of grass off your horns +and be yourself again."</p> + +<p>Leaper's answer almost took Kiddie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +Katydid's breath away, for it was a most +surprising statement.</p> + +<p>"I'm never going to be a Short-horn +again!" he declared. "I shall wear my +horns long to the end of my days."</p> + +<p>He kept his word, too. And so earnestly +did he try to be like Kiddie Katydid in +every way that he even attempted Kiddie's +well known <i>Katy did</i> melody. But +he never really succeeded at that. Anyone +with an ear for music could tell the +difference at once.</p> + +<p>Luckily the grasshopper horde soon +swept on to new fields. And a few warm +rains, with sunshine sandwiched in between +showers, soon turned the countryside +green again. It was really <i>Pleasant</i> +Valley once more. And on fine autumn +nights Kiddie Katydid's shrill music could +be heard more than ever near the farmhouse.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> + +<p>Leaper the Locust never could hear +enough of it. He was always begging +Kiddie to repeat the odd ditty about the +mysterious Katy—hoping, perhaps, that +sometime he might learn more about her.</p> + +<p>But Kiddie Katydid guarded his secret +too well.</p> + + + + +<h3>THE END</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<div class='center'> +<b><big>TUCK-ME-IN TALES</big></b><br /> +<small>(Trademark Registered)</small><br /> +By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY<br /> +<small>AUTHOR OF THE</small><br /> +<small>SLEEPY-TIME TALES and SLUMBER-TOWN TALES</small><br /> +———————————<br /> +<b>Colored Wrapper and Text Illustrations Drawn by HARRY L. SMITH</b><br /> +———————————</div> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p>A delightful and unusual series of bird and insect +stories for boys and girls from three to eight years old, +or thereabouts.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN</div> + +<p>Jolly Robin spreads happiness everywhere with his merry song.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF OLD MR. CROW</div> + +<p>A wise bird was Mr. Crow. He'd laugh when any one tried to catch him.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF SOLOMON OWL</div> + +<p>Solomon Owl looked so solemn that many people thought he knew +everything.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF JASPER JAY</div> + +<p>Jasper Jay was very mischievous. But many of his neighbors liked him.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF RUSTY WREN</div> + +<p>Rusty Wren fought bravely to keep all strangers out of his house.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF DADDY LONG-LEGS</div> + +<p>Daddy Long-Legs could point in all directions at once—with his different +legs.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF KIDDIE KATYDID</div> + +<p>He was a musical person and chanted all night during the autumn.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF BETSY BUTTERFLY</div> + +<p>Betsy spent most of her time among the flowers.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF BUSTER BUMBLEBEE</div> + +<p>Buster was clumsy and blundering, but was known far and wide.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF FREDDIE FIREFLY</div> + +<p>Freddie had great sport dancing in the meadow and flashing his light.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF BOBBY BOBOLINK</div> + +<p>Bobby had a wonderful voice and loved to sing.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF CHIRPY CRICKET</div> + +<p><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Crirpy'">Chirpy</ins> loved to stroll about after dark and "chirp."</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE TALE OF MRS. LADYBUG</div> + +<p>Mrs. Ladybug loved to find out what her neighbors were doing and to +give them advice.</p></div> +<div class='center'> +———————————<br /> + +<span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span><br /></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='center'> +<big><b>SLEEPY-TIME TALES</b></big><br /> +<small>(Trademark Registered.)</small><br /> +By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY<br /> +<small>AUTHOR OF THE</small><br /> +<small>TUCK-ME-IN TALES and SLUMBER-TOWN TALES</small><br /> +———————————<br /> +<b>Colored Wrapper and Text Illustrations Drawn by HARRY L. SMITH</b><br /> +———————————</div> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p>This series of animal stories for children from three +to eight years, tells of the adventures of the four-footed +creatures of our American woods and fields in an +amusing way, which delights small two-footed human +beings.</p></div> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Sleepy-Time Tales"> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF TOMMY FOX</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF FATTY COON</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF BILLY WOODCHUCK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF JIMMY RABBIT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF PETER MINK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF SANDY CHIPMUNK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF BROWNIE BEAVER</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF PADDY MUSKRAT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF FERDINAND FROG</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF DICKIE DEER MOUSE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF TIMOTHY TURTLE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF BENNY BADGER</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF MAJOR MONKEY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF GRUMPY WEASEL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE TALE OF MASTER MEADOW MOUSE</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<div class='center'><br /> +———————————<br /> + +<span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span><br /></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='center'> +<big><b>THE MAKE-BELIEVE STORIES</b></big><br /> +<small>(Trademark Registered.)</small><br /> +By LAURA LEE HOPE<br /> +<small>Author of THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS, Etc.</small><br /> +———————————<br /> +<b>Colored Wrapper and Text Illustrations Drawn by HARRY L. SMITH</b><br /> +———————————</div> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p>In this fascinating line of books Miss Hope has the +various toys come to life "when nobody is looking" and +she puts them through a series of adventures as interesting +as can possibly be imagined.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL</div> + +<p>How the toys held a party at the Toy Counter; how the Sawdust Doll was +taken to the home of a nice little girl, and what happened to her there.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE</div> + +<p>He was a bold charger and a man purchased him for his son's birthday. Once +the Horse had to go to the Toy Hospital, and my! what sights he saw there.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS</div> + +<p>She was a dainty creature and a sailor bought her and took her to a little girl's +relative and she had a great time.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER</div> + +<p>He was Captain of the Company and marched up and down in the store at +night. Then he went to live with a little boy and had the time of his life.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A CANDY RABBIT</div> + +<p>He was continually in danger of losing his life by being eaten up. But he +had plenty of fun, and often saw his many friends from the Toy Counter.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK</div> + +<p>He was mighty lively and could do many tricks. The boy who owned him +gave a show, and many of the Monkey's friends were among the actors.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A CALICO CLOWN</div> + +<p>He was a truly comical chap and all the other toys loved him greatly.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A NODDING DONKEY</div> + +<p>He made happy the life of a little lame boy and did lots of other good deeds.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A CHINA CAT</div> + +<p>The China Cat had many adventures, but enjoyed herself most of the time.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A PLUSH BEAR</div> + +<p>This fellow came from the North Pole, stopped for a while at the toy store, +and was then taken to the seashore by his little master.</p> + +<div class='unindent'><br />THE STORY OF A STUFFED ELEPHANT</div> + +<p>He was a wise looking animal and had a great variety of adventures.</p></div> + +<div class='center'> +———————————<br /> + +<span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span><br /></div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 508px;"> +<img src="images/backendpapers1.jpg" width="508" height="800" alt="Back Endpapers Left" title="Back Endpapers Left" /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 520px;"> +<img src="images/backendpapers2.jpg" width="520" height="800" alt="Back Endpapers Right" title="Back Endpapers Right" /> +</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3><p>Corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. 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