<h3><SPAN name="XII" id="XII"></SPAN>XII<br/> A QUEER WAY TO HELP</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Ladybug</span> wished that she hadn't
come to the vegetable garden to see the
person who called herself Mrs. Ladybug's
cousin. She wasn't at all the sort of relation
that Mrs. Ladybug cared to have.</p>
<p>Although the stranger in yellow was
most agreeable, somehow Mrs. Ladybug
disliked her exceedingly. And strange to
say, Mrs. Ladybug couldn't have told exactly
what it was in her cousin that displeased
her. It wasn't alone the yellow
gown that the new cousin wore. Nor her
simpering smile. Nor her trifling manner.
It was something else—something<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span>
that made Mrs. Ladybug feel that she was
not to be trusted.</p>
<p>"I must hurry back to the orchard,"
Mrs. Ladybug announced. "There's
work waiting for me there. I really
ought not to have left it to come to see
you."</p>
<p>"Don't take your work so seriously!"
her cousin advised her. "You ought to
take more time for amusement. I hope
you'll come to see me often."</p>
<p>Mrs. Ladybug's opinion of the stranger
sank even lower.</p>
<p>"If some of us weren't earnest about
our work the rest of the world would have
a sorry time," she declared. "I may as
well tell you that I shall not be able to
call on you again. I shall be too busy.
And there's no use of my urging you to
come to see me, because of course you have
your work to do too."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Oh, naturally!" said Mrs. Ladybug's
cousin with an odd smile. "Still, I could
leave it once in a while to make a cousinly
call."</p>
<p>"It won't be necessary," Mrs. Ladybug
told her. "If I need you, I'll send for
you." And she said to herself grimly,
under her breath, "She'll never hear from
me."</p>
<p>"If I can help you at any time, don't
fail to let me know," the cousin told Mrs.
Ladybug. "Doubtless I could be of some
service, though I'd always rather work on
vines—squash and pumpkin preferred."</p>
<p>Mrs. Ladybug thanked her. "I
shouldn't want her helping me," she
thought. "I'll warrant she's so careless
that she would do more harm than good."
And Mrs. Ladybug looked at the vine on
which they were standing.</p>
<p>"I see you're helping Farmer Green<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</SPAN></span>
with his squash vines at present," she remarked
aloud.</p>
<p>"Yes!" said her cousin. "I have this
one almost finished."</p>
<p>"Good!" said Mrs. Ladybug. And she
took a closer look at the vine. It seemed
far from healthy. In fact she noticed
that the leaves were tattered and torn.</p>
<p>"What are these great holes in the
squash leaves?" she inquired.</p>
<p>Her cousin fidgeted and made no reply.
Glancing at her, Mrs. Ladybug thought
she was growing a bit red in the face.</p>
<p>Then all at once Mrs. Ladybug guessed
the dreadful truth.</p>
<p>"You've been <i>eating</i> these leaves!" she
cried.</p>
<p>Her cousin tossed her head.</p>
<p>"A person has to eat something," she
retorted.</p>
<p>Mrs. Ladybug threw up her hands.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I <i>knew</i> you weren't trustworthy," she
muttered. "I <i>knew</i> you weren't the sort
of relation I'd want anything to do with."</p>
<p>Then Mrs. Ladybug left her.</p>
<p>Later, when Chirpy Cricket met her, he
asked her if she had seen her cousin who
was spending the summer among the
squash vines. And he was astonished
when Mrs. Ladybug glared at him and
exclaimed:</p>
<p>"Never mention her to me again!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</SPAN></span></p>
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