<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"><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</SPAN></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"><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</SPAN></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"><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</SPAN></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"><SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</SPAN></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"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</SPAN></span></p>
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