<h3><SPAN name="IX" id="IX"></SPAN>IX<br/> THAT CARPETBAG</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Mr. P. Bug's</span> statement amazed Mrs.
Ladybug. He said he had never been in
Colorado. More than that, he declared
he didn't even know where the place was.</p>
<p>Now, Peppery Polly Bumblebee had
told Mrs. Ladybug that Mr. P. Bug was
no stranger in Pleasant Valley. But
Mrs. Ladybug had not believed what she
said. Even hearing Mr. Bug's own
words, Mrs. Ladybug couldn't help doubting
them.</p>
<p>"Can it be true—" she asked him—"can
it be true that you've never been off
this farm?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Mr. Bug quite plainly wished that she
would go away and stop bothering him.</p>
<p>"It can be—it <i>is</i> true," he replied carelessly.</p>
<p>At last Mrs. Ladybug had to believe
what she heard.</p>
<p>"Then you're a fraud!" she cried.
'"You're a cheat! For I read on your carpetbag,
when we met in the orchard, 'P.
Bug. Colorado.'"</p>
<p>"Oh!" said Mr. Bug with a smile.
"Oh! So <i>that's</i> where you got your odd
notion. I wondered how you happened to
make such a mistake."</p>
<p>"A perfectly natural mistake, I'm
sure!" Mrs. Ladybug exclaimed indignantly.</p>
<p>"Well, I dare say it is," he admitted.
"But you see, that's not my carpetbag.
At least, I didn't get it new. It belonged
to my great-great-great-grandfather. In<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span>deed,
I'm not sure he wasn't even still
greater than I've said. <i>He</i> lived in Colorado
once—so I've been told. But I
was born and raised on this farm."</p>
<p>"If all this is true," said Mrs. Ladybug,
"what were you doing with that carpetbag?
And why did you ask me the
way to this potato patch?"</p>
<p>"I'm in a hurry to get to work," Mr.
Bug remarked. "I'll answer just this
once. When we met in the orchard I had
been away on a little vacation. And
Farmer Green's potato patch—so I
learned—had been moved since last year."</p>
<p>"Dear me!" Mrs. Ladybug wailed.
"People will laugh at me for having made
such a serious mistake."</p>
<p>But Mr. P. Bug didn't say anything
about that.</p>
<p>"Good-by!" he grunted. And he
crawled under a leaf, out of sight.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>For once in her life Mrs. Ladybug
wasn't eager to talk to her neighbors.
On the contrary, she seemed to avoid
them. But Peppery Polly Bumblebee
called on her and asked her if she had
seen the handsome stranger, Mr. P. Bug.</p>
<p>"Yes!" said Mrs. Ladybug. "I've
talked with him. And it's true that he
has always lived here. There was a slight
mistake about his carpetbag. It belonged
to one of his ancestors. And since it
bears his ancestor's name and address,
naturally I thought they both belonged to
this Mr. Bug."</p>
<p>Peppery Polly laughed.</p>
<p>"If you don't believe what I tell you,
you can ask him yourself!" Mrs. Ladybug
snapped. "He's at work over in the
potato patch, helping Farmer Green."</p>
<p>Peppery Polly laughed again, more unpleasantly
than ever.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"<i>Helping</i> Farmer Green!" she exclaimed.
"He's eating the leaves off the
vines as fast as he can. I know that gentleman.
He's Mr. Potato Bug. And
he's one of the greatest pests on the
farm."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span></p>
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