And that afternoon she went to the vegetable garden.
XI
THE NEW COUSIN
FOR Mrs. Ladybug, finding her unknown cousin in Farmer Green"s vegetable garden was not an easy task. Since Chirpy Cricket hadn"t been able to tell Mrs. Ladybug what colors her cousin wore, Mrs. Ladybug didn"t know what to expect.
"I wish I knew whether she was dressed in red, black, blue, yellow or some other color," Mrs. Ladybug complained to herself. "But I don"t know that. I don"t even know if she carries an umbrella."
There was nothing Mrs. Ladybug could do except to ask everyone she met.
So she inquired right and left if anybody happened to be acquainted with her cousin. And at last Betsy b.u.t.terfly came to Mrs. Ladybug"s help.
"Look among the squash vines!" Betsy b.u.t.terfly advised her. "I noticed somebody there that looks a bit like you. Maybe it"s your cousin."
That was very kind of Betsy b.u.t.terfly. Mrs. Ladybug was no friend of hers. Indeed, Mrs. Ladybug had often found fault with Betsy for being too pleasure-loving. But Betsy b.u.t.terfly was not one of the kind that nurses grudges. She was only too glad to do Mrs. Ladybug a favor.
Mrs. Ladybug thanked her--albeit somewhat grumpily. Then, flying to the place where Farmer Green had planted his squashes, she found a person at whom she stared hard for a few moments.
"Do you want to speak to me?" this strange lady inquired. She was a gay appearing creature, dressed in yellow, with black patches on it.
"I can"t tell whether I care to talk to you or not," said Mrs. Ladybug.
"It all depends. If you"re my cousin, I do. If you aren"t, I don"t."
The strange lady laughed lightly.
"I wonder--" she replied--"I wonder if you are Mrs. Ladybug."
"I am," said Mrs. Ladybug.
"Then I"m your cousin!" cried the other. "At last I"ve met you!" And she rushed towards Mrs. Ladybug with every intention of embracing her.
Mrs. Ladybug backed hastily away.
"Not so fast!" she exclaimed. "If you really are my cousin, well and good! But how do I know that you aren"t an impostor?"
"A _what_?" the strange lady faltered. She was, quite naturally, somewhat taken aback by Mrs. Ladybug"s coolness.
"How do I know that you"re not a cheat?" Mrs. Ladybug asked her. "Have you any references?"
"Any _what_?" stammered the would-be cousin.
"Any letters about yourself," Mrs. Lady explained. "For all I know, you may be dissembling."
"I may be _whatting_?" quavered the lady in yellow.
"Dear me!" Mrs. Ladybug muttered to herself. "Must I address this person in words of one syllable?" Then, to her companion she said bluntly, "Tell me why you think you and I are related!"
"That"s easy!" cried the yellow one. "I belong to the Ladybug family."
Now, you might think that would have satisfied Mrs. Ladybug. But she wasn"t convinced yet.
"My family--" she declared--"my family are all famous workers. If you"re one of us, where are your working clothes? Where"s your red and black polka dot?"
The cousin t.i.ttered. She seemed to be a silly sort of creature.
"I haven"t any red and black polka dot," she replied. "These are my working clothes that I"m wearing now."
Mrs. Ladybug shook her head. It was plain that she didn"t approve of those clothes--nor of their wearer.
XII
A QUEER WAY TO HELP
MRS. LADYBUG 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.
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 that made Mrs. Ladybug feel that she was not to be trusted.
"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."
"Don"t take your work so seriously!" her cousin advised her. "You ought to take more time for amus.e.m.e.nt. I hope you"ll come to see me often."
Mrs. Ladybug"s opinion of the stranger sank even lower.
"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."
"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."
"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."
"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."
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.
"I see you"re helping Farmer Green with his squash vines at present,"
she remarked aloud.
"Yes!" said her cousin. "I have this one almost finished."
"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.