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napping I mean to set a glass over him and then 

 take him out and let him go on the grass again. 

 Even now he must be hungry, for he has eaten 

 none of the leaves I left for him on the window- 

 sill. 



The country is getting to look a little like au- 

 tumn. Weed flowers have grown very high, and 

 many plants have already sown their seeds. Tom- 

 my has shown me the trees where, before very long, 

 we will gather the best nuts. But still the days 

 are warm and many flowers are left, so I do not 

 feel sad yet because summer is nearly gone and 

 Herr Wilhelm Fritz has heard signs of frost com- 

 ing In six weeks. 



These signs are the katydids. They began to 

 sing night before last outside of my window, and 

 now they are keeping it up the whole day long 

 as well. I should have thought they were crying 

 if Tommy hadn't said so positively that katydids 

 always sang. They seem to me to have argu- 

 ments something like this: 



" Katy did, Katy didn't; Katy did, did, Katy 

 didn't, didn't did. Katy did, Katy did; Katy 

 didn't." 



They never seem to know very much about 

 Katy or what she did and didn't do, but to-night, 

 when I go to sleep, I suppose they will still be call- 

 ing outside my window, " Katy did, Katy didn't, 

 Katy did." 



