MR. CRICKET'S QUEER SONG 
Something was chirping in the grasses. “What is 
that?” asked Buddy. 
“I know!” exclaimed Bess. “That is a cricket singing 
his song. I thought crickets sang only at night.” 
“They do most of the time,” explained Uncle Jack. 
“Sometimes they are so happy that they come out of their 
houses and sing in the daytime. Perhaps you may get 
close enough to see how this one sings.”* 
“Let's see if we can find him,” said Fred. 
“I think he is over there in that open place among the 
trees,” Uncle Jack added. “Do you see that stone with 
the grass around it? I believe Mr. Cricket has his house 
under it. Let us walk carefully and not whisper nor 
make any noise.” 
Mr. Cricket did not hear them coming. He sang a 
little, then he rested a bit. At last they came very near. 
There they saw black Mr. Cricket standing in front of 
his door, a little hole under the stone. Mr. Cricket was 
raising his wings and rubbing the backs of them to¬ 
gether. This made the singing noise they heard. 
It was so funny to see Mr. Cricket rubbing his wings 
to make music that Bess forgot that she was not to make 
any noise. She laughed aloud. Mr. Cricket heard her 
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