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Frances Bliss Gilespy, in "Kindergarten Review."
IT was a beautiful day in midsummer. The meadow was
alive with busy little people astir in the bright
sunlight. A long line of ants came crawling down the
path, carrying provisions to their home under the elm
tree; and an old toad came hopping down through the
grass, blinking in the warm sun. just a little higher
up the bees were droning drowsily as they flew from
flower to flower; and above them all, seeming almost in
the blue sky, a robin was calling to his mate.
Pretty soon Mrs. Spider came down the path. She seemed
to be in a great hurry. She looked neither to
 the right nor to the left, but kept straight ahead,
holding tightly to a little, white bag which she
carried in her mouth. She was just rushing past Mr.
Toad when a big, black beetle came bumping by, stumbled
against Mrs. Spider and knocked the bag out of her
In an instant Mrs. Spider pounced down upon him, and,
though he was so much bigger than she, he tumbled over
on his back. While he was trying to kick himself right
side up once more, Mrs. Spider made a quick little
dash, took up her bag, and scuttled off through the
"Well, I never!" said Grasshopper Green, who was
playing see-saw on a blade of grass.
"No, nor I," grumbled Mr. Beetle, as he wriggled back
to his feet. "I didn't want her bag. She needn't have
made such a fuss."
"She must have had something very fine in that bag,"
said Grasshopper Green, "for she was so frightened when
she dropped it. I wonder what it was"—and he balanced
himself on his grass blade until a stray breeze blew
him off, and then he straightway forgot about Mrs.
Two weeks after this, Grasshopper Green started out for
a little exercise before breakfast. Just as he reached
the edge of the brook, he saw Mrs. Spider coming toward
him. She was moving quite slowly, and no longer
carried the little, white bag. As she came nearer, he
could see that she had something on her back.
"Good morning, neighbor," called Grasshopper Green;
"can I help you carry your things?"
"Thank you," she said, "but they wouldn't stay with
you, even if they could stay on when you give such
 "They!" said Grasshopper Green. And then, as he
came nearer, he saw that the things on Mrs. Spider's
back were wee, little baby spiders.
"Aren't they pretty children?" she asked, proudly. "I
was so afraid that something would happen to my eggs
that I never let go of the bag once, except when that
stupid Mr. Beetle knocked it out of my mouth."
"O-ho," said Grasshopper Green, "so that was what
frightened you so! Your bag was full of eggs! and,
now, you are going to carry all those children on your
back? Doesn't it tire you dreadfully?"
"I don't mind that a bit," said Mrs. Spider, "if only
the children are well and safe. In a little while, you
know, they will be able to run about by themselves, and
then we shall be so happy here in the meadow grass.
Oh, it's well worth the trouble, neighbor Grasshopper."
"Yes," said Grasshopper Green, "I have a dozen wee boys
of my own at home; and that reminds me that it is time
to go home to breakfast! Good-bye, neighbor. I hope
the children will soon be running about with you. You
certainly are taking good care of them. Good-bye."
Then home he went; and proud, happy Mother Spider kept
on her way to hunt for a breakfast for the babies she
loved so well.