MISS KATY-DID AND MISS CRICKET. 



MISS KATY-DID sat on the branch of a flowering 

 Azalia, in her best suit of fine green and silver, 

 with wings of point-lace from Mother Nature's finest web. 



Miss Katy was in the very highest possible spirits, be- 

 cause her gallant cousin, Colonel Katy-did, had looked in to 

 make her a morning visit. It was a fine morning, too, 

 which goes for as much among the Katy-dids as among men 

 and women. It was, in fact, a morning that Miss Katy 

 thought must have been made on purpose for her to enjoy 

 herself in. There had been a patter of rain the night be- 

 fore, which had kept the leaves awake talking to each other 

 till nearly morning, but by dawn the small winds had 

 blown brisk little puffs, and whisked the heavens clear and 

 bright with their tiny wings, as you have seen Susan clear 

 away the cobwebs in your mamma's parlor ; and so now 

 there were only left a thousand blinking, burning water- 

 drops, hanging like convex mirrors at the end of each leaf, 

 and Miss Katy admired herself in each one. 



"Certainly I am a pretty creature," she said to herself; 

 and when the gallant Colonel said something about being 

 dazzled by her beauty, she only tossed her head and took 

 it as quite a matter of course. 



