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felt quite a match for the spider, if it came to a 

 f^ght. 



" Is that all you've got to say ? " asked Buz scorn- 

 fully. 



" Ho ! Ho ! " repeated the spider, for the third 

 time. 



He said it in such a cold-blooded manner, and 

 seemed so triumphant and confident, that a thrill of 

 horror again ran through her ; but, shaking off the 

 feeling, she said : 



" I suppose you made this nasty web, didn't you ? " 



The spider answered never a word. 



" In any case," continued Buz, " you might as 

 well unwind me. I'm not a poor fly, you know, 

 that you can kill and eat. Besides, your web is all 

 torn," continued she, as the spider sat without mov- 

 ing or speaking — only watching; "and you'll have 

 to mend it, you know, if you want to catch any thing. 

 You can't mend it while I am here ; I'll take care 

 of that!" 



The spider neither moved nor spoke. This con- 

 tinued silence disconcerted Buz very much, and 

 made her feel dreadfully helpless ; but she presently 

 continued as briskly as she could : 



"Come, come; I'm sure we can arrange matters 

 in a sensible way, without any professions of friend- 



