<h3><SPAN name="XXII" id="XXII"></SPAN>XXII<br/> MRS. LADYBUG LEAVES</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">The</span> Carpenter Bee, who lived in the big
poplar by the brook, wasn't building a
house for Mrs. Ladybug. That skillful
woodworker hadn't been able to agree
with her—so he told Buster Bumblebee.
Furthermore, he knew nothing of Mrs.
Ladybug's present plans as to where she
was going to spend the winter.</p>
<p>Nor did anybody else. It was all a
great mystery. And Mrs. Ladybug
seemed to enjoy it far more than her
neighbors did. She was the only person
that could have solved it for them. And
she wouldn't.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>At the same time she took delight in
talking about her winter quarters, as she
called the place where she intended to live
during cold weather.</p>
<p>"It will be cozy and warm there," she
often remarked to her callers, of whom
she had huge numbers. For there was
scarcely a person in the orchard or the
garden that didn't burn with curiosity to
know more about the fine, big house into
which Mrs. Ladybug expected to move.</p>
<p>"My winter quarters will be wind-proof,"
Mrs. Ladybug told them. And
that speech set them all to guessing again.</p>
<p>Almost everybody said then that she
was going to live underground.</p>
<p>"I shall not feel a drop of rain—not
even during the January thaw," Mrs.
Ladybug went on.</p>
<p>And then everybody had to begin guessing
all over again; for rain drops were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</SPAN></span>
sure to trickle into an underground house
during a warm spell.</p>
<p>"You're going to live in a pumpkin!"
cried Buster Bumblebee.</p>
<p>And all the neighbors—even Mrs. Ladybug—laughed
when they heard that.</p>
<p>Buster knew of an old tune called "The
Bumblebee in the Pumpkin," and he cried
with some heat that he could think of no
reason why there shouldn't be "A Ladybug
in a Pumpkin."</p>
<p>"I told you my house was big—the biggest
one on the farm," Mrs. Ladybug reminded
him.</p>
<p>"Ah!" Chirpy Cricket exclaimed.
"Now I know! You're going to live in
the haystack. A haystack is cozy and
warm; it's wind-proof; it sheds water;
and there's nothing bigger anywhere."</p>
<p>It really seemed as if Chirpy Cricket
had solved the great mystery.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"He's guessed the riddle!" people said.
"You might as well admit now, Mrs.
Ladybug, that you're going to spend the
winter in Farmer Green's haystack."</p>
<p>But Mrs. Ladybug dashed their
hopes.</p>
<p>"You're wrong," she told her friends.
"And if to-night's as nippy as last night
was, perhaps you'll find out to-morrow
where I'm going. For I don't care to
freeze my toes here in the orchard."</p>
<p>That night it was colder than ever.
And the next day Mrs. Ladybug went all
around the orchard and the garden bidding
people good-by.</p>
<p>Still she wouldn't tell where she was going.
And if Daddy Longlegs hadn't happened
to stroll around the cherry tree outside
Farmer Green's chamber window
that afternoon, nobody would have known
where Mrs. Ladybug went. But Daddy<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</SPAN></span>
Longlegs saw her. And he hastened to
spread the news.</p>
<p>"Mrs. Ladybug has gone to spend the
winter in the farmhouse!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</SPAN></span></p>
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