<h3><SPAN name="X" id="X"></SPAN>X<br/> A BIT OF NEWS</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Chirpy Cricket</span> was looking for Mrs.
Ladybug. He had news for her. Now, it
wasn't often that anybody could tell Mrs.
Ladybug anything. Usually she was the
one that told other people bits of gossip.
So Chirpy Cricket was specially eager to
find her and make known to her what he
had learned.</p>
<p>It was about Mrs. Ladybug's cousin.
At least, there was a person living in the
vegetable garden who claimed to be a
cousin of Mrs. Ladybug's.</p>
<p>Chirpy found Mrs. Ladybug in the orchard.
But strange to say, she didn't<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</SPAN></span>
seem at all interested in his news.</p>
<p>"I dare say I have a cousin in the garden,"
she told him. "Ours is a big family.
I have more cousins than I could
ever count. They're as plentiful as the
leaves on the trees. I can't stop my work
to go and see this one. If I called on all
my cousins I'd never have time to help
Farmer Green."</p>
<p>Chirpy Cricket looked disappointed.
He had expected Mrs. Ladybug to show
great interest in what he told her. She
certainly always thought that others
ought to pay strict attention when she related
the happenings about the farm.
And she always wanted them to act surprised
and pleased, too.</p>
<p>"Aren't you going to the garden?"
Chirpy Cricket demanded. "Don't you
intend to be polite to your cousin?"</p>
<p>"Humph!" said Mrs. Ladybug. "She<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</SPAN></span>
can't be any busier than I am. Why
doesn't she come to the orchard to call on
me?"</p>
<p>"She can't do that," he explained.
"Your cousin says that it wouldn't be etiquette.
She says you've lived on the
farm longer than she has."</p>
<p>"Rubbish!" Mrs. Ladybug scolded.
"I'm a plain working person. There's
too much to do, during the summer, for
me to bother with such nonsense."</p>
<p>Chirpy Cricket found her rather discouraging.
Still he hadn't given up hope
of making Mrs. Ladybug change her
mind.</p>
<p>"I fear you're making a mistake," he
remarked." You ought to see this cousin.
She's different from any of your family
that I've ever met before."</p>
<p>"How is she different?" Mrs. Ladybug
demanded, pausing in her pursuit of in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</SPAN></span>sects
on the leaves of the apple tree. At
last she began to show some signs of interest.</p>
<p>"I don't know," Chirpy Cricket replied.
"I can't say. Maybe it's her
clothes that make her look strange."</p>
<p>Mrs. Ladybug then started to ask him
questions—which was the best of proof
that her curiosity had been aroused.</p>
<p>"What sort of gown was my cousin
wearing?" she inquired. "Was it a red
polka dot, like mine?"</p>
<p>"I don't remember," he answered.</p>
<p>"What colors did she have on?"</p>
<p>"I didn't notice," said Chirpy Cricket.</p>
<p>Mrs. Ladybug gave him a look of disgust.</p>
<p>"Well, if that isn't just like a man!"
she spluttered. "Men never can tell how
a body's dressed. If I want to learn anything
more about this cousin of mine I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</SPAN></span>
suppose I'll have to go and see her with
my own eyes."</p>
<p>And that afternoon she went to the
vegetable garden.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</SPAN></span></p>
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