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before I could get them home to Grandmother, 

 and as the bugs crawled on my hand I made up 

 my mind It was no more fun to pick Arrow-heads 

 than It was to go in the water for Pickerel-weeds. 



It is only because these two flowers are in bloom 

 that we have been going to that part of the stream. 

 Where they grow it runs through a different mea- 

 dow than the one with the log and the bullfrog, 

 and the ground there Is mostly mud and full of 

 holes. It Is a squashy, soft place. Sometimes, 

 just as I go to put my foot down, a toad jumps 

 out and gives me a fright. One day I saw a little 

 white toad there, and ever so many darning-needles 

 flitting through the tall grass and about the Milk- 

 weeds. Then the crickets keep up the greatest 

 hum in that meadow when the sun is shining. 

 After all I like them much better than grass- 

 hoppers. These creatures hop on my skirts and 

 hide in places where I don't see them until I am 

 home and changing my frock before dinner. 



There's been a grasshopper In my room for 

 three whole days now. He came in with me the 

 day I brought home the Arrow-heads. When he's 

 on the window-sill I can see how ugly and awkward 

 he is. He moves his queer, jointed legs very 

 slowly, until I go to give him a poke out of the 

 window, and then, quick as lightning, he hops back 

 over my head into the middle of the room. His 

 ways are so queer. I think I shall never be able 

 to pet him as Philip does. Some day when he's 



