<h3><SPAN name="VII" id="VII"></SPAN>VII<br/> A HANDSOME STRANGER</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Little</span> Mrs. Ladybug was too excited to
work. Ever since meeting the stranger in
the orchard she had been able to think of
nothing but him. Perhaps if she hadn't
happened to notice his carpetbag, with the
words, "P. Bug, Colorado," upon its side,
she might not have been so stirred up.</p>
<p>Anyhow, Mrs. Ladybug kept wondering
what business had brought the stranger to
Pleasant Valley. She wished she could
find out what he was going to do in the
potato patch. She wanted to ask him why
he chose to have black stripes on his yellow
coat, instead of spots. How long had<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</SPAN></span>
he been traveling? When did he expect
to leave the farm? There was no end to
the questions that Mrs. Ladybug burned
to put to him.</p>
<p>Meanwhile she told the news to everybody
she saw. For Mrs. Ladybug dearly
loved to spread choice morsels of gossip.
It pleased her mightily to tell her neighbors
something they didn't know.</p>
<p>People listened to her story with great
interest. They were eager to learn all
about the stranger, whom Mrs. Ladybug
declared to be very handsome.</p>
<p>Mrs. Ladybug made her news last as
long as possible in the telling. She made
her neighbors wait a bit for every fact, so
they would enjoy it to the full. And
whenever she stopped anyone and told
him about the newcomer, Mrs. Ladybug
kept the best part until the last. She always
ended her remarks by saying, with<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</SPAN></span>
a most important air, "His name is Mr.
P. Bug. And he comes from Colorado."</p>
<p>That never failed to impress her listeners—which
was exactly what Mrs.
Ladybug wanted.</p>
<p>Since nobody asked her how she knew
the traveler's name, and where he came
from, Mrs. Ladybug did not trouble herself
to explain that she had read both
name and place upon his old-fashioned
carpetbag.</p>
<p>There was one thing that puzzled her
slightly, when she paused to think about
it. How did it happen that the elegant
stranger carried a most unfashionable
bag?</p>
<p>Mrs. Ladybug soon settled that question
to her own satisfaction.</p>
<p>"He's like me!" she decided. "Mr. P.
Bug is a hard worker and he doesn't care
for show. He's a plain person. No<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</SPAN></span>
doubt he put on that yellow coat to travel
in, because it's his best. But he'll wear
overalls, perhaps, if he starts to work in
the potato patch—as I suspect he will."</p>
<p>At last, however, Mrs. Ladybug met
with a rude shock. She was telling her
news to Peppery Polly Bumblebee, one of
the workers in the hive ruled by Buster
Bumblebee's mother, the well-known
Queen. And to Mrs. Ladybug's amazement,
when she related the name of the
stranger, and the place he came from,
Peppery Polly laughed in her face.</p>
<p>"Mr. P. Bug is not from Colorado,"
said Peppery Polly Bumblebee. "He has
never been off this farm."</p>
<p>Well, Mrs. Ladybug was staggered.
She gasped. She clung to a leaf to keep
from failing.</p>
<p>"I don't believe that!" she cried, as
soon as she could speak. "I'll find Mr.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</SPAN></span>
Bug himself and learn the truth from
him."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</SPAN></span></p>
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