<h2><SPAN name="XV" id="XV"></SPAN>XV</h2>
<h3>A CALL ON A NEIGHBOR</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Daddy Longlegs</span> was delighted to be at
home again. And Mr. Chippy—as well as
other neighbors—remarked that they had
never seen him so happy and cheerful.</p>
<p>Perhaps one reason for Daddy's good
spirits was the fact that the wind no
longer blew and he could venture abroad
without being buffeted about.</p>
<p>He was so relieved by the change in the
weather that it seemed to him there could
be no danger anywhere.</p>
<p>Little did Daddy Longlegs dream that
a great army was even then making plans
to capture him. And still less did he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_73" id="p_73"></SPAN></span>
imagine that he was going to meet with
a real adventure before the day was done.</p>
<p>Daddy Longlegs had so many pleasant
ideas in his head that there was no room
in it for any thought of danger. He had
found that his neighbors considered him
a hero, because he had ridden in Farmer
Green's wagon. A good many of Daddy's
friends rushed at once to the stone wall,
to talk with him—as soon as they heard
the news. And naturally he began to feel
quite important.</p>
<p>"Weren't you frightened?" people
asked him. "Weren't you afraid that
the horse would run away?"</p>
<p>"Oh, no! I wasn't the least bit scared,
though I admit it was a dangerous feat,"
Daddy Longlegs told them. Then he
would strut and swagger about, trying to
appear as if there wasn't a braver person
than he in all Pleasant Valley. And<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_74" id="p_74"></SPAN></span>
he talked about his wild ride to everybody
that would listen to him.</p>
<p>At first Daddy's friends enjoyed hearing
about his adventure. But he boasted
so much about his bravery that his listeners
soon grew tired of hearing him talk.
And instead of his having many callers,
it was not long before Daddy Longlegs
found that nobody came near him, even
to say howdy-do.</p>
<p>He endured his loneliness as long as he
could, though he found it hard not to talk
when he had so much to say. And feeling,
at last, that he was in danger of choking
over the babble that surged up from within
him, Daddy Longlegs decided that he
would go and call on Rusty Wren, who
lived in the cherry tree near Farmer
Green's bedroom window.</p>
<p>"Rusty will be glad to know of my ride
in the wagon," Daddy thought. "And be<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_75" id="p_75"></SPAN></span>sides,
I'd like to hear about his cousin's
party, which I missed on account of the
big wind." So off Daddy Longlegs started,
the moment the idea popped into his head.
He was the least bit uneasy, perhaps, for
fear Rusty Wren might not be at home,
in which case he would have nobody to
talk to except Rusty's wife. And everybody
knew that she was a person of uncertain
temper.</p>
<p>But Daddy found Rusty perched on the
tin roof of his house (his house was made
of a maple-syrup can). And the first
thing that Daddy Longlegs said to him
was this: "Is your wife at home?"</p>
<p>That may seem a strange question. But
Rusty Wren appeared to know what his
caller meant. Anyhow, Rusty said, "No!"
in such a cheerful tone that Daddy Longlegs
knew they could have a good chat
without being disturbed.</p>
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