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THE TALE OF
DADDY LONGLEGS
_TUCK-ME-IN TALES_
(Trademark Registered)
BY
ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
AUTHOR OF
SLEEPY-TIME TALES
(Trademark Registered)
THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN
THE TALE OF OLD MR. CROW
THE TALE OF SOLOMON OWL
THE TALE OF JASPER JAY
THE TALE OF RUSTY WREN
THE TALE OF DADDY LONGLEGS
THE TALE OF KIDDIE KATYDID
THE TALE OF BUSTER BUMBLEBEE
THE TALE OF FREDDIE FIREFLY
THE TALE OF BETSY BUTTERFLY
THE TALE OF BOBBY BOBOLINK
THE TALE OF CHIRPY CRICKET
THE TALE OF MRS. LADYBUG
THE TALE OF REDDY WOODPECKER
THE TALE OF GRANDMOTHER GOOSE
[Illustration: The Ant Soldiers Rushed at Daddy (_Page_ 85)]
_TUCK-ME-IN TALES_
(Trademark Registered)
THE TALE OF
DADDY
LONGLEGS
BY
ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
Author of
"SLEEPY-TIME TALES"
(Trademark Registered)
ILLUSTRATED BY
HARRY L. SMITH
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
Copyright, 1918, by
GROSSET & DUNLAP
CONTENTS
CHAPTER Page
I. THE STRANGE TRACKS 1
II. THE NEW NEIGHBOR 7
III. MR. CROW IS DISPLEASED 12
IV. THE CONTEST 16
V. TOO MANY QUESTIONS 21
VI. MRS. LADYBUG'S PLAN 27
VII. TRYING TO HELP 31
VIII. IN NEED OF NEW SHOES 37
IX. LOCKED IN 42
X. A RIDE BY MOONLIGHT 47
XI. THE BIG WIND 53
XII. GOOD NEWS ON A BAD DAY 58
XIII. A DANGEROUS BUSINESS 62
XIV. ONE WAY TO STOP A HORSE 67
XV. A CALL ON A NEIGHBOR 72
XVI. BOASTFUL TALK 76
XVII. DADDY IS ATTACKED 81
XVIII. THE ANT ARMY 85
XIX. DADDY ESCAPES 90
XX. LOST--A JACKKNIFE! 95
XXI. JUST A NOTION 99
XXII. WHY DADDY WAS CHANGED 105
XXIII. A NEW NAME FOR DADDY 111
XXIV. A BRIDEGROOM 115
THE TALE OF DADDY LONGLEGS
I
THE STRANGE TRACKS
THERE was great excitement in the neighborhood of Farmer Green's house.
Rusty Wren had found some strange tracks. And nobody knew whose they
were.
Now, when they were puzzled like that the field- and forest-folk usually
went straight to Mr. Crow for advice. But this time it happened that the
old gentleman had gone on an excursion to the further side of Blue
Mountain, where Brownie Beaver lived. And there seemed to be no one
else at hand who was likely to be able to explain the mystery.
Being quite old, Mr. Crow was very wise. And people often sought his
opinion, though later they fell into the habit of consulting Daddy
Longlegs upon matters they did not understand. But this was before
Daddy was known in Pleasant Valley.
Upon hearing Rusty Wren's news a good many of his neighbors hurried to
the place where Rusty had noticed the strange tracks.
"They were there in the dust of the road," Rusty Wren explained to his
friends. "I could see them plainly, I assure you. And there's no doubt
that a large company crossed the road right here."
"Why can't we see the tracks now?" several people wanted to know.
"A horse and wagon passed this way and spoiled the footprints," Rusty
said.
"They couldn't have been very big," somebody remarked.
"Well----no!" Rusty Wren admitted. "I shouldn't call them big. But they
certainly weren't as small as the footprints of an ant."
When they heard that, some of Rusty's friends looked relieved.
"We don't need to worry, anyhow," a number of them said to one another.
But there was one that was disappointed. That was Reddy Woodpecker.
"Why, the strangers--whoever they are--are too small for me to fight!"
he cried. "And here I've wasted all this time for nothing at all!" He
looked so angrily at Rusty Wren that Rusty felt very uneasy. He
certainly didn't want Reddy Woodpecker to fight him!
Luckily Reddy did not attack Rusty. But he went away grumbling. And
Rusty Wren couldn't help feeling a bit worried.
"Never mind what that rowdy says!" little Mr. Chippy advised Rusty
Wren--after the quarrelsome Reddy Woodpecker had gone away. "I'm glad
you told me about those strange tracks. I live near-by, in the wild
grapevine on the stone wall; and I shall watch for more tracks--and
those that make them, too."
"Let me know when you learn anything new!" said Rusty Wren. And Mr.
Chippy said that nothing would please him more than to do just that.
Well, the very next day Mr. Chippy's son, Chippy, Jr., knocked at Rusty
Wren's door (which was right beneath Farmer Green's chamber window) and
told Rusty that he was wanted by the roadside at once.
So Rusty flew straight to the stone wall, where he found little Mr.
Chippy all aflutter. Mr. Chippy dropped quickly into the road, pointing
to some tiny marks in the dust.
"Are those like the tracks you saw?" he asked.
"Yes--the very same!" cried Rusty Wren. "And now you can see for
yourself that there must have been a crowd."
To his surprise Mr. Chippy shook his head.
"There was only one person----" he said--"one person with eight legs!"
"Why do you think that?" Rusty Wren asked him doubtfully.
"I don't think it. I _know_ it!" Mr. Chippy replied. "I've seen the
person six times to-day with my own eyes."
"What does he look like?" Rusty Wren inquired.
"Like nobody else I ever saw!" Mr. Chippy exclaimed. "His legs are long
and thin; and his body is very small. And though his mouth makes me
think of a pair of pincers, he seems quite friendly and harmless."
"What's his name?" asked Busty Wren.
"I don't know," said Mr. Chippy. "But there's only one name that fits
him. I've already called him by it. And he seemed to like it, too."
"What's that?" Rusty persisted.
"Daddy Longlegs!" said little Mr. Chippy.
II
THE NEW NEIGHBOR
ALL the neighbors began to call him "Daddy Longlegs." And anyone might
naturally think that he had lived in Pleasant Valley a great many years.
But it was not so. Late in the summer Daddy Longlegs had appeared from
nobody knew where.
Although people often inquired where his old home was, he always
pretended that he didn't hear them--and began to talk about the weather.
And as for Daddy Longlegs' new home in Pleasant Valley, nobody knew much
about that either. No matter how curious anyone might be, it did him no
good at all to ask Daddy Longlegs where he lived. When prying persons
put that question to him, Daddy Longlegs always waved his eight legs in
every direction and answered "Over there!"
Of course such a reply told nothing to anyone. And it led to a good many
disputes among Daddy Longlegs' neighbors. No two could ever agree as to
which of Daddy's legs really pointed toward the place where he dwelt.
Anyhow, the wily gentleman was frequently seen scrambling about the
stone wall by the roadside, near Farmer Green's house. And little Mr.
Chippy, who made his home in the wild grapevine that grew on the wall,
always claimed that Daddy Longlegs was a neighbor of his.
"He's a good neighbor, too," Mr. Chippy told his friends. "He's very
quiet and he never quarrels. And he's always pleasant and ready for a
chat. It's too bad that he's deaf. I've asked him at least a dozen times
how old he is; but he never seems to hear me."
Old Mr. Crow, who liked nothing better than prying into other people's
affairs, slowly shook his head at that. And coughing slightly he
remarked in a hoarse voice that there must be _reasons_ why Daddy
Longlegs wouldn't tell where he came from, nor where he was living,
nor how old he was.
But Mr. Crow wouldn't say what he thought might be the reasons. Although
he was a wise bird, there were some things he didn't know.
Now, in a way Mr. Crow was right. Daddy Longlegs had the best of reasons
for keeping some facts to himself. In the first place, he had never
lived anywhere except in Pleasant Valley. In the second place, he was
scarcely more than two months old when people began to notice him in the
neighborhood of the stone wall. And in the third place, since he was
somewhat timid he thought it just as well if people didn't know where he
made his home.
He was--as his friends often said--an odd person. For instance, he had
always _looked_ old, from the very first. And when everyone began to
call him "Daddy" it was only to be expected that he would not care to
let people know that he was not even a year old--instead of ninety or a
hundred, as they supposed. Besides, probably nobody would have believed
the truth. So he never told his age.
Indeed, there were some who claimed that Daddy Longlegs must be much
more than only a hundred years old. They thought that his queer,
tottering walk alone was enough to show his great age.
But it is not strange that his walk seemed a bit uncertain. When a
person has eight feet it is to be expected that he will have a little
trouble managing them. It is to be expected that he will sometimes find
himself trying to walk off in several different directions at the same
time.
III
MR. CROW IS DISPLEASED
DADDY LONGLEGS had such pleasant manners that it was no time at all
before his neighbors agreed that he was a good old soul. And everybody
was glad to claim him as a friend.
At least, everybody but Mr. Crow! Mr. Crow soon found that people were
asking Daddy's advice on all sorts of questions (because they thought he
was very old--and therefore very wise). And Mr. Crow at once became so
jealous that he didn't know what to do. He began making unkind remarks
about his new rival, saying that no matter how old a person might be,
if he had a small head and eight long legs it was not reasonable to
believe that he could have much of a brain. Whenever anybody mentioned
Daddy's name, Mr. Crow would _haw-haw_ loudly and mutter something about
"old Spindley Legs!"
Mr. Crow had spent many summers in Pleasant Valley. And during that time
he had advised thousands of his neighbors. Indeed, he often boasted that
if he had a kernel of corn for every bit of advice he had given away, he
never would have to wonder where he was going to get his next meal.
When some friend of Mr. Crow's repeated that speech to Daddy Longlegs,
he observed that Mr. Crow must be very wise.
"No doubt----" he added in his thin, quavering voice--"no doubt Mr.
Crow's help would be worth a kernel of corn to anybody who was in
trouble. If his advice was good, no one would object to paying for it.
And if it proved to be bad, no one would miss a kernel of corn."
It happened that Daddy Longlegs' comment soon reached the ears of old
Mr. Crow. And it made that gentleman furious.
"This is the first time anybody has suggested that my advice is not
always first-class!" he croaked. "Here's this long-legged upstart
interfering in my affairs. I must teach him a lesson!" Mr. Crow
declared.
Well, that very afternoon he challenged Daddy Longlegs to a contest.
"I intend to prove," said Mr. Crow, "that my advice is always good; and
that yours is always bad."
"Very well!" Daddy Longlegs answered. "But I advise you to go home at
once, Mr. Crow. You're very hoarse. And I'm sure you ought to be in
bed."
Now, the old gentleman was always hoarse. And since he disliked to have
anyone mention his infirmity, his eyes snapped angrily.
"I advise you----" he roared----"I advise you to keep your advice to
yourself."
Of course that was a rude speech. But Daddy Longlegs did not take
offense at it. He straightway told Mr. Crow that he ought to wear
rubbers. And Mr. Crow was so enraged that he couldn't speak for as much
as half an hour.
It was understood that the contest between Daddy and Mr. Crow would take
place the following morning. And when that time came a big crowd had
gathered upon the stone wall to see the fun.
IV
THE CONTEST
"MY cousin, Jasper Jay, has kindly consented to ask us some questions,"
Mr. Crow informed Daddy Longlegs. "And he will decide which of us makes
the wiser answers."
Buster Bumblebee, who was watching and listening, said:
"That's hardly fair, it seems to me."
But old Mr. Crow quickly told him that he was a stupid fellow and that
he'd better keep still. And since a good many other people had
frequently said the same thing to that young gentleman, Buster began to
think there might be some truth in it. So he said nothing more.
Meanwhile Daddy Longlegs beamed upon all the company. And Mr. Crow
looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Then he said to Daddy, "I
suppose you've no objection to this plan?"
"It suits me very well," Daddy replied.
"I thought it would," said old Mr. Crow with a smirk. And turning to his
cousin, Jasper Jay, he remarked in a low voice that Daddy Longlegs was
even duller than he had imagined.
Then Jasper Jay announced that he would put the first question. And
after he had heard Mr. Crow's opinion he would listen to Daddy
Longlegs'.
"When is the best time to plant corn?" Jasper then asked Mr. Crow, while
the whole company craned their necks and strained their ears--for of
course they didn't want to miss anything.
Mr. Crow made no answer for a few moments. He appeared to be thinking
deeply. But at last he looked up and said:
"The best time to plant corn is as early as possible."
A good many of those present exclaimed at once that that was a good
answer. And a few clapped their hands.
"What's your opinion?" Jasper Jay then asked, turning to Daddy Longlegs.
Daddy Longlegs took off his hat, mopped his narrow forehead with his red
bandanna, and then slowly nodded his head three times.
"My answer is exactly the same as Mr. Crow's," he piped in his queer,
thin, high voice.
At that a look of displeasure passed quickly over the faces of the two
cousins. And when little Mr. Chippy called on Jasper Jay to decide
which was the better answer, Jasper looked really worried.
"It's a tie this time," he said somewhat sourly. And while everybody was
shouting, he and Mr. Crow withdrew to one side and whispered, which some
considered to be rather bad manners.
Soon Jasper and Mr. Crow returned to the eager throng. And Jasper now
looked as brazen as ever.
"I'll put the next question," he announced. "And Daddy Longlegs may
answer first.... How many kernels of corn make a meal!"
There wasn't a sound--except for Buster Bumblebee's buzzing--as Daddy
Longlegs moved forward a few steps and held his hand behind his ear.
"Speak louder!" somebody said to Jasper. "You know he's hard of
hearing."
So Jasper Jay repeated the question. But Daddy Longlegs only looked at
him blankly.
It was quite clear that he couldn't understand a single word that Jasper
said.
IV
TOO MANY QUESTIONS
"THIS is strange!" old Mr. Crow exclaimed, looking very hard at Daddy
Longlegs. "You heard the first question easily enough. But now you seem
deaf as a post."
And all the time Daddy Longlegs merely smiled at Mr. Crow. He made no
comment at all.
"Don't you know what I'm saying?" Mr. Crow bawled in his loudest tones.
"It _is_ a pleasant day," said Daddy Longlegs. "But I'm afraid there's
going to be a heavy gale to-morrow."
"This is certainly peculiar," Mr. Crow grumbled. And then little Mr.
Chippy hastened to explain that Daddy Longlegs was often like that. He
would appear to hear you perfectly one moment. And then--if you happened
to ask him his age, or where he came from--you might find him unable to
understand a single word that you said.
"It's most unfortunate," said old Mr. Crow. "I see nothing to do but
reply to the question myself. And then my cousin, Jasper Jay, will
decide which has given the better answer--Daddy Longlegs or I."
"Ah! But you can't do that!" cried Daddy Longlegs suddenly. "Jasper Jay
said you were not to answer this question until after I had. And you
know you mustn't break the rules of the contest."
Old Mr. Crow's mouth fell open, he was so astonished.
"Why, he can hear again!" he exclaimed. And after staring at Daddy
Longlegs for a while he beckoned to Jasper Jay. And again the two
cousins moved a little distance away and began whispering.
When they returned both were smiling broadly. And mounting the stone
wall once more, Jasper said that he would put another question to Daddy
and Mr. Crow, and that they must both answer it at the same time. Then
he cautioned Daddy Longlegs to speak up good and loud, because Mr. Crow
had a strong voice.
"I'd suggest----" said Daddy Longlegs----"I'd suggest that Mr. Crow
speak as softly as possible, because my voice is weak."
"That's only fair!" all the company agreed, nodding their heads to one
another. But Mr. Crow appeared peevish.
"Everybody's against me," he grumbled. "I almost believe----" he said,
turning to his cousin----"I almost believe they're all in league with
Farmer Green."
"If you are not sure, why don't you ask Farmer Green himself?" Daddy
Longlegs inquired.
"I will!" cried Mr. Crow in a loud voice. "I'll ask him the next time I
see him."
"Then you can ask him now," said Daddy Longlegs, "for here he comes,
with a gun on his shoulder."
The words were hardly out of Daddy's mouth when old Mr. Crow began to
beat the air furiously with his broad wings. He rose quickly--but not
too high--and made for the woods as fast as he could fly.
"Now, that's strange!" Daddy Longlegs quavered. "I don't see how he's
going to talk with Farmer Green when he's half a mile away from him."
And everybody else said the same thing.
"He's gone off and left the contest unfinished," little Mr. Chippy
observed. "So there's nothing Jasper Jay can do except to declare that
Daddy Longlegs is the winner--and the wisest person in Pleasant Valley."
"I couldn't very well do that," Jasper objected. "You're forgetting
Solomon Owl."
"Well, Daddy's wiser than old Mr. Crow, anyhow," Mr. Chippy retorted.
And since almost everybody said that was true, Jasper Jay didn't quite
dare object.
But it was plain that he didn't agree with the company. And he stamped
his feet and clashed his bill together and shook his head as if he were
much displeased.
He, too, began to believe--with his cousin, Mr. Crow--that Daddy
Longlegs and all the others were on Farmer Green's side.
VI
MRS. LADYBUG'S PLAN
DADDY LONGLEGS' neighbors took an even greater interest in him, after
his contest with Mr. Crow. And much to Daddy's distress they tried
harder than before to pry into his private affairs.
But those curious busybodies learned very little. In fact there was only
one of them who really found out anything about Daddy that was worth
knowing.
Little Mrs. Ladybug, who was somewhat of a gossip, discovered in some
way that Daddy Longlegs was a harvestman. And she lost no time in
spreading the news far and wide. She even travelled as far as the big
poplar, to tell Whiteface, the Carpenter Bee, what she had heard.
"A harvestman, eh?" said the Carpenter, thrusting his hands into the
pockets of his apron. "If that's so, why doesn't he go to work?" And
without waiting for an answer he dodged quickly inside his house. He was
building an addition to his home; and naturally he was quite busy. He
knew, too, that Mrs. Ladybug was a terrible talker.
"I declare, I hadn't thought of that!" Mrs. Ladybug exclaimed. And then
she hastened to the stone wall to find Daddy Longlegs and learn the
answer to the Carpenter's question.
Mrs. Ladybug soon spied Daddy, coming from the orchard near-by. And
since she saw him before he saw her, he had no chance to hide. He was
sorry; for he _just knew_--from the look in her eye--that she was going
to ask him a question. And sure enough, she did!
"You're a harvestman," she began, quite out of breath from hurrying.
"Why don't you go to work?"
"What can I do?" Daddy inquired with a blank look.
"Do!" she exclaimed. "I should think Farmer Green would be glad to have
your help in harvesting his crops. He's mowing his oats now. And there's
no one to help him except the hired man--unless you count Johnnie, and
_he_ spends most of his time at the swimming-hole."
Daddy Longlegs thanked Mrs. Ladybug politely for her suggestion. But he
said that he was not acquainted with Farmer Green. And he disliked
working for strangers. And he thought he would spend the rest of the
summer making friends with his neighbors.
"Next year," he told her, "I may make some arrangement with Farmer Green
to work for him regularly."
But that answer did not satisfy little Mrs. Ladybug in the least.
"You'd be far better off with something steady to do," she insisted. And
she said so much that just to get rid of her Daddy Longlegs promised to
see Farmer Green at once and offer his services.
He was sorry, as soon as she had gone, that he had agreed to do that.
But being a person of his word he never once thought of not keeping his
promise, though he wished he had simply put his hand behind his ear and
not answered Mrs. Ladybug's question at all.
But it was too late, then, to do that.
VII
TRYING TO HELP
IT was true that Farmer Green had almost more work than he could do just
then, even with the aid of the hired man and Johnnie. And he often
wished that he might find somebody else to help him.
"I'd hire anybody I could find that had two legs," he remarked to his
wife as he started away from the house after finishing his dinner. "I
want to get the oats harvested before there's a rain. And I don't like
the looks of the sky to-day."
Now, Daddy Longlegs reached the farmhouse just in time to hear what
Farmer Green said. And he spoke up at once--as loudly as he could.
"I'd be willing to work for you," he said. "I'm a harvestman. And you
ought to be glad to hire me, for I have eight legs instead of only two."
Perhaps Daddy's voice was too thin and high for Farmer Green to hear.
Anyhow, he paid not the slightest heed to Daddy's offer, but strode off
across the farmyard while his caller cried "Stop! Please stop!" at the
top of his lungs.
Then Daddy heard a noise, which he was sure was thunder--though it was
only Farmer Green calling to the hired man to hurry.
"Well, I've tried to go to work, anyhow," Daddy Longlegs assured
himself. "And if the oats get wet Farmer Green can't blame me."
He went back to the stone wall then. And seeing Mr. Chippy perched on
the wild grapevine, Daddy told him what had happened. "Farmer Green must
be deaf at times, the same as you are," little Mr. Chippy observed. "If
I were you I'd write him a letter."
Daddy Longlegs pretended not to hear Mr. Chippy's suggestion. The truth
was, being only a few months old Daddy did not know how to write. But of
course he did not care to have Mr. Chippy know that.
Well, while he pondered upon the situation Daddy Longlegs changed his
mind about working for Farmer Green. In the beginning he had not wanted
to help with the harvesting. He had taken up Mrs. Ladybug's suggestion
only to keep her quiet. But now, having found that going to work for
Farmer Green was no easy matter to arrange, Daddy Longlegs began to
long to do the very thing he had wished to avoid.
At last he decided that he would go over to the oat field at once and do
what he could to help with the harvesting--without saying anything more
to anybody.
"Farmer Green can't help but be pleased," he thought, as he started off
across the farmyard in the same direction in which Johnnie Green's
father had gone when he called to the hired man to hurry.
Daddy had not gone far before he met Buster Bumblebee. "How far is it to
the oat field?" Daddy asked him.
"Oh! It's not ten minutes' journey," said Buster. "I've just come from
the clover-patch myself; and that's twice as far."
Daddy Longlegs thanked him. And then he turned and tottered on again.
For a long time he walked as fast as he could. It seemed to him that he
must have been travelling at least half an hour. But he saw not the
slightest sign of the oat field, though he climbed a fence and peered
across the rolling meadow.
Then he happened to catch sight of Chirpy Cricket hopping through the
grass. And Daddy called to him and asked him how far it was to the oat
field.
"It's a good half-day's journey from here," said Chirpy Cricket
cheerfully. But Daddy Longlegs did not feel the least bit cheerful when
he heard that.
"For the land's sake!" he exclaimed. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?
Buster Bumblebee told me a long time ago that it was only a ten-minute
trip."
"Ah! So it is--for him!" said Chirpy Cricket. "You must remember that
he flies very fast. But I have to hop along much more slowly. And as for
you, at the pace you were travelling before you stopped to speak to me
you wouldn't reach the oat field before to-morrow morning! No--not even
if you walked all night!"
VIII
IN NEED OF NEW SHOES
DADDY LONGLEGS couldn't help feeling discouraged when Chirpy Cricket
told him that he wouldn't be able to reach the oat field before the next
morning.
"I declare," he said, "if I had known it was such a long journey I
wouldn't have tried to go there to help Farmer Green with his
harvesting. I've already walked so far that my shoes are all worn out.
And I can neither go on nor go back until I get some new ones." He
looked very doleful--for he didn't know what to do. But Chirpy Cricket
laughed merrily--as was his custom.
"Cheer up!" he cried. "You're in luck! Jimmy Rabbit has a shoe shop in
this very meadow. Just follow me and I'll show you where it is!"
So off they went. And soon they arrived at the shoe shop, in front of
which they found Jimmy Rabbit all smiles and bows.
"Here's a friend of mine who needs some new shoes," Chirpy Cricket
announced.
"Come right in!" cried Jimmy Rabbit. "Any friend of Chirpy Cricket's is
a friend of mine too. And if I can't fit your feet with shoes it won't
be my fault. Only yesterday I sold a pair of shoes to old Mr. Crow. And
his feet are enormous, as every one knows."
"Well, I want more than just _one_ pair," Daddy Longlegs piped up. "I
want four--making eight shoes in all. And I flatter myself that my feet
are very small," he added.
Jimmy Rabbit looked a bit surprised at that remark. He was not
accustomed to seeing eight-legged people in his shop. But he made no
comment, though he couldn't help staring at his new customer.
Meanwhile Chirpy Cricket had hopped away, after telling Daddy that he
was leaving him in good hands. And then Jimmy Rabbit went to work
briskly. He began setting shoes of all sorts and sizes before Daddy
Longlegs. And soon he was not only placing them in front of Daddy, but
on both sides of him--and behind him as well.
Jimmy Rabbit was so spry, and most of the shoes were so big, that in no
time at all Daddy Longlegs was completely surrounded by a wall of shoes,
which rapidly grew higher and higher.
"Stop! stop!" cried Daddy Longlegs. But Jimmy Rabbit was so busy that he
didn't hear him. And he kept piling more and more shoes around his tiny
visitor, until Daddy Longlegs was lost in a small mountain of big,
little, and medium-sized shoes of many different colors.
Not till then did Jimmy Rabbit pause for breath. And when he saw that
his customer had disappeared he was more than surprised.
"Where can he have gone?" Jimmy exclaimed. "I didn't see him go out. He
was sitting right here only a moment ago. And now he's certainly not in
my shop."
Even at that very moment Daddy Longlegs was frantically crying "Help!
help!" But his thin, weak voice was quite muffled by the great heap of
shoes that buried him.
After waiting for a few minutes Jimmy Rabbit closed--and locked--his
door, and went skipping off to Farmer Green's garden, where the cabbages
grew.
IX
LOCKED IN!
POOR Daddy Longlegs! Buried as he was under dozens of shoes--all of them
many times bigger than he was--he couldn't help being alarmed when he
heard Jimmy Rabbit walk out of the shoe shop and lock the door behind
him.
Daddy wished that he had told Mrs. Ladybug in the beginning that he
wouldn't help Farmer Green with his harvesting. Then he would never have
started on his long journey to the oat field and worn out his shoes. And
if he hadn't worn out his shoes, of course he would never have visited
Jimmy Rabbit's shoe shop and got himself into such terrible trouble.
He soon saw that he might call for help until his voice was cracked
worse than ever without its doing him the least bit of good. So he
stopped shouting and began to climb out of the pile of shoes that
surrounded him. And he was very glad, then, that he had eight long legs
to help him. But when he found himself free of the shoes he seemed but
little better off than before. There he was, a prisoner in the shoe
shop! And the daylight was fast fading.
If Daddy Longlegs had been half as wise as his neighbors believed him he
wouldn't have stayed in his prison two minutes. But after trying the
door and the two windows and finding that he couldn't open them he made
up his mind that there was nothing for him to do except to wait until
Jimmy Rabbit came back the following day.
And there was the chimney all the time! Daddy Longlegs could have
crawled up it just as easily as Santa Claus could have crept down it!
But because he had never left anybody's house or shop by way of the
chimney, Daddy Longlegs never once thought of doing such a thing.
And his thinking that Jimmy Rabbit wouldn't come back until the next
morning shows that Daddy knew very little about the ways of his
neighbors. Almost anybody else would have been sure that Jimmy Rabbit
would keep his shoe shop open at night, because he was always wider
awake after dark. And many others of the field-people were exactly like
him in that respect.
Daddy Longlegs had been sleeping soundly for some time--inside the toe
of a shoe--when the sound of voices awakened him. At first he kept very
still. Being naturally a timid person he did not want to show himself
until he was sure he was safe from harm.
And then, before he realized what was happening, he felt himself picked
up--shoe and all--and he heard Jimmy Rabbit say, "Try on this shoe,
Peter Mink!"
Since there was no doubt--the next instant--that Peter Mink was
thrusting his foot into Daddy's hiding-place, there was only one thing
for Daddy to do. Knowing that he was in great danger of being crushed,
he withdrew into the very tip of the shoe. And luckily for him, Peter
Mink's toes did not quite reach him.
After that Daddy Longlegs could hear nothing more; nor did he know what
was happening. But to make a long story short, Jimmy Rabbit gave Peter
Mink another shoe--for Peter's other foot--and bowed his customer
politely out of his shop.
After that Jimmy Rabbit promptly locked the door again. But this time he
locked himself _in_ instead of _out_. You see, he never felt safe in
Peter Mink's company.
Naturally, Jimmy locked Daddy Longlegs out of the shop, too, though he
didn't know it.
And there Peter Mink stood in the moon-lit meadow, with his new shoes on
his feet, and with Daddy Longlegs hidden in the toe of his right shoe.
But no matter if it _was_ the right shoe, Daddy Longlegs thought it was
all wrong.
X
RIDE BY MOONLIGHT
IT was not exactly a pleasant ride that Daddy Longlegs had in the toe of
Peter Mink's shoe. Not only was it dark pocket inside the shoe, but it
was so cramped that Daddy was most uncomfortable. And what was still
worse, he hadn't even the faintest idea where he was going.
Sometimes Daddy was almost sure that Peter Mink was carrying him around
Blue Mountain. And at other times he thought that Peter must be
following Swift River--to see where it went, perhaps. Anyhow, Daddy
suffered such a pitching and tossing and tumbling and jouncing as he
had never known in all his life.
Then at last, to Daddy's great relief, Peter Mink kept quite still for a
long time.
That was when Peter burrowed into a haystack to take a nap. And since it
was then many hours past Daddy Longlegs' regular bedtime, he went to
sleep too. But he awoke with a great start when Peter Mink crawled out
of his shelter about dawn. And at first Daddy couldn't imagine what was
happening. But after he had been bounced about a bit he remembered the
terrible accident that had happened to him in Jimmy Rabbit's shoe shop
in the meadow.
Suddenly Peter Mink stopped. And to Daddy Longlegs' great delight Peter
began to take off his shoes.
Yes! Peter Mink removed his shoes. And then he removed himself. That is
to say, he dropped his shoes carelessly upon the ground (for that was
his way!) and took himself off.
Daddy Longlegs waited until Peter Mink had stolen away. And then he
dashed out of the shoe much faster than he had entered it the evening
before.
Yes; the evening before! For now it was the following morning--and broad
daylight.
Daddy Longlegs stretched his eight legs, first one after another, and
then all together. He was so glad to escape from his cramped quarters
that he had little thought for anything except the joy of being free
once more.
Then he remembered all at once that he was lost. And that was enough to
start his eight legs to shaking beneath him in a very unpleasant
fashion. Daddy Longlegs was frightened. Anybody could have seen that.
After a few moments he looked about him, wondering which way he had
better go. And as he gazed at his surroundings he saw--not far off--a
familiar looking object.
At first Daddy could scarcely believe his eyes. And he looked steadily
at what he saw, as if he half expected it would fly away and vanish.
But the object did nothing of the kind. And how could it, anyhow?
Because it was Farmer Green's house that had caught Daddy Longlegs'
eye.... And there stood the great barn too, a little way off! And there
was the bridge across Swift River!
Without knowing what he was doing, Peter Mink had brought Daddy
Longlegs almost home. And then he had taken off his shoes because he
wanted to go for a swim in the duck pond, in the hope of catching an eel
for his breakfast.
Well, Daddy Longlegs lost no time in making his way back to the stone
wall by the roadside. And the first person he met there was no other
than little Mrs. Ladybug, who seemed delighted to see him and asked him
how he liked working for Farmer Green.
"Yes! It's a fine day," said Daddy Longlegs. "The rain is holding off.
And it looks as if Farmer Green was going to get his oats harvested
without their being wet, after all."
"I see you're deaf to-day," Mrs. Ladybug observed in a pitying tone.
"It's a shame. And Farmer Green ought to be very grateful to you for
your help."
"He hasn't said a word to me," Daddy Longlegs told her. And Mrs.
Ladybug declared she couldn't understand it.
But there were many other things, too, that she didn't understand. She
had heard that Daddy was a harvestman. But she didn't know that some
people called him by that name merely because he was seen in Pleasant
Valley about the time Farmer Green harvested his crops. As for working
in the fields, Daddy Longlegs knew no more about that than did that fat
drone, Buster Bumblebee. And Farmer Green would have laughed heartily at
the idea of either of them helping him.
XI
THE BIG WIND
FOR several days after his unlucky journey across the meadow, when he
tried to reach the field where Farmer Green was harvesting his oats,
Daddy Longlegs did not wander far from the stone wall.
But one day Rusty Wren told him that his cousin, Long Bill Wren, was
going to give a party at his house in the reeds on the bank of Black
Creek. And although he had not been invited to the party, Daddy Longlegs
thought it would be pleasant to go to it.
Accordingly he started off at once, though the party was not to take
place until the afternoon of the following day. But Daddy Longlegs knew
that he was a slow walker--and Black Creek was a long distance away.
Now, it was a fine, beautiful morning when Daddy set forth on his
journey. And he travelled steadily all day long without meeting with an
adventure of any sort.
When night came he crept inside an old fallen tree-trunk. And he went to
sleep feeling very happy, because he was thinking what a good time he
was going to have at the party the next afternoon.
But when morning came, and Daddy Longlegs crawled out of the hollow tree
to continue his journey, he had a great disappointment. The moment he
thrust his head out of his hiding-place he knew that he was in trouble.
And he saw at once that he would have to miss Rusty Wren's cousin's
party, because he certainly couldn't go on, with the weather as it was.
Yet the sun was shining brightly. And there was scarcely a cloud to be
seen in the sky.
A person might naturally wonder, then, what Daddy Longlegs could have
found to worry him. It wasn't raining. And it certainly wasn't snowing,
because it was not much later than midsummer.
Nevertheless Daddy Longlegs looked upon the fields with a most mournful
face.
"I can't travel in this terrible wind!" he muttered. "If I had known
there was going to be such a blow I would never have left home."
And now you know what Daddy's trouble was. With his small body raised so
high in the air by his long, thin legs he always found it hard to walk
when the wind was blowing a gale. The strong gusts buffeted him about so
that he pitched and tossed like a chip on the mill pond when its surface
was ruffled. And Daddy had learned quite early in his life to seek some
sheltered spot on windy days, venturing forth only when the air was
calmer.
Of course it was never any too pleasant, to be obliged to lie low like
that, when there were a hundred things he wanted to do. But it was much
worse to be caught far away from home in a terrible gale. Not only was
there no knowing how long he would have to stay hidden in the fallen
tree before he dared begin his long homeward journey, but he had no one
with whom he could talk. And it had always been Daddy's custom to spend
gusty days as agreeably as possible by gossiping with his neighbors.
Besides, there was the party on the bank of Black Creek! Daddy Longlegs
knew right away that it was useless for him to try to attend it. And so
it was no wonder that he felt unhappy.
XII
GOOD NEWS ON A BAD DAY
FOR a long time Daddy Longlegs lay inside the hollow, fallen tree and
looked out upon the wind-swept fields. If the stone wall hadn't been so
far away he would certainly have tried to return home. But the weather
was altogether too dangerous. He knew it would be risky to attempt so
long a journey.
As he sat looking out of the chink in the old tree, through which he had
crept inside it, Daddy suddenly saw a reddish, brownish flash flicker
past the opening.
"Goodness!" he exclaimed. "I wonder what that was!" And in another
moment the same bright patch of color again whisked across the hole.
Then Daddy Longlegs heard a sound as of some one scratching upon the
tree-trunk. And being of a very curious nature, he crawled half through
the hole and peered out to see what was happening. Daddy Longlegs was
all ready for a fright. He was so upset, on account of being caught away
from home on a windy day, that he was unusually jumpy and fidgety.
But--as it often happens at such times--he met with a pleasant surprise.
For there sat Sandy Chipmunk, with his long tail curled over his back,
and something very like a smile on his bright face.
Knowing that Sandy Chipmunk never harmed anybody that minded his own
affairs, Daddy Longlegs spoke to him at once.
"It's a bad day, isn't it?" he called.
Hearing that tiny voice, which seemed to come from inside the fallen
tree, Sandy Chipmunk was so startled that he leaped high into the air;
and when he came down again upon all fours he found himself staring
straight into Daddy Longlegs' beady eyes.
"Oh! It's you, eh?" cried Sandy Chipmunk. And he looked decidedly
foolish, because he knew that he had no reason to fear anybody as mild
as Daddy Longlegs.
"It's a bad day, isn't it!" said Daddy Longlegs once more.
"I'm sorry I can't agree with you," Sandy replied. "I think it's the
finest weather that ever was."
"You don't mean to say you like this wind?" Daddy Longlegs cried. "Why,
I don't see how you dare to be out in it!"
"Oh, it's nothing when you're used to it," Sandy Chipmunk answered
lightly.
"I shall never get used to the wind, I'm afraid," Daddy told him sadly.
"It blows me about so terribly." And he went on to explain how he had
started on a long journey the day before, and how he didn't dare go
on--nor turn around and go home, either.
"Well, well!" Sandy Chipmunk exclaimed. "You seem to be in a fix. But
why don't you _ride_ home?"
"Ride?" Daddy Longlegs shrilled. "On what, I should like to know?"
"On Farmer Green's wagon!" Sandy told him promptly. "I happen to know
that Johnnie Green and his grandmother drove to the miller's this
morning to have a sack of wheat ground into flour. And they'll be coming
back home this afternoon."
XIII
A DANGEROUS BUSINESS
SANDY CHIPMUNK did not tell Daddy Longlegs how he had been tied up in
the sack of wheat and had had a ride in the wagon himself. He did not
like riding in wagons. And he had been so glad to escape from the sack
and jump into the bushes by the roadside that he had stopped to dance on
Daddy's tree before scampering back home.
His suggestion took Daddy Longlegs by surprise. At first he felt a bit
timid about riding in a wagon. But Sandy Chipmunk assured him it was not
half as bad as it was said to be.
"Is it far to the road?" Daddy asked him.
"Not if you hurry," Sandy told him. "If you start now you surely ought
to be able to reach the road by the time old Ebenezer passes this
field."
"Ebenezer! Who's he?" Daddy inquired.
"Oh! He's the horse that draws the wagon you're going to ride in," Sandy
Chipmunk explained.
Daddy Longlegs thought deeply for a few minutes--or as deeply as anybody
could who had so small a head as he. And then he said:
"I'll try your plan, for I want to go home. But it's very dangerous for
me to do so much walking on such a windy day as this."
"Come on!" cried Sandy. "I'll show you the way to the road." And having
started Daddy in the right direction, he hastened off to the road
himself, to wait for the wagon.
Sandy waited by the roadside for a long, long time. And while he was
lingering there, Daddy Longlegs was battling with the wind and having
hard work to keep his feet. But by hurrying along fences, and dodging
behind bowlders and bushes and every other sort of shelter that he could
find, Daddy managed to reach the roadside at last, where he arrived
quite out of breath.
"Hurrah!" Sandy Chipmunk shouted, as soon as Daddy joined him. "Here you
are--and you're just in time! For there's the wagon rattling down the
next hill. And old Ebenezer (that's the horse, please remember!) he'll
climb this rise as fast as he can, because he's in a hurry to get
home."
"He can't be half as anxious to reach home as I am," Daddy Longlegs
remarked. "And if he doesn't go his fastest after I'm aboard the wagon I
hope Johnnie Green will whip him hard."
"Johnnie can't do that," said Sandy Chipmunk. "His father won't let him
have a whip."
"Well, he could cut a switch, I should think!" Daddy Longlegs exclaimed.
But Sandy shook his head.
"Johnnie's grandmother wouldn't let him do that," he replied. "But you
don't need to worry. You'll get home soon enough."
Soon the two watchers saw the old horse Ebenezer come jogging up the
road. And then Sandy Chipmunk said something that sent Daddy Longlegs
into a flutter of excitement.
"Here they come!" cried Sandy. "You'd better stand right in the middle
of the road, so you'll be sure to stop them."
And the mere thought of doing such a dangerous thing as that made Daddy
Longlegs turn quite pale.
XIV
ONE WAY TO STOP A HORSE
EVERY one of Daddy Longlegs' eight knees began to shake, when Sandy
Chipmunk told him to stand in the middle of the road, in order to stop
the old horse Ebenezer, who was pulling the wagon in which Johnnie Green
and his grandmother were riding.
"I can't do that!" Daddy shrieked, shrinking away from the dusty road.
"I'm so small that they wouldn't see me and the first thing I'd know I'd
be run over.... You'll have to stop the wagon for me--you're so much
bigger than I am."
But Sandy Chipmunk said he didn't like to speak to Johnnie Green, on
account of a little trouble he had had with Johnnie's father over a
letter.
"Can't you wave your tail at him?" Daddy Longlegs besought him. "That
wouldn't be _speaking_ to him, you know. Wave your tail at Johnnie Green
until he stops the horse; and then you can run away, if you want to. And
while the horse is standing still I'll scramble into the wagon, without
anybody seeing me."
Now, Sandy Chipmunk was a good-natured person. And he saw that unless
the wagon was stopped, Daddy Longlegs was going to be terribly
disappointed. So he told Daddy that he would do what he could to help
him.
Then Sandy leaped nimbly to the edge of the watering-trough at one side
of the road and began waving his tail backwards and forwards, like a
flag.
"That's right!" Daddy Longlegs shouted approvingly. "But I wish you'd
wave a little harder. I'm afraid they won't see you."
So Sandy Chipmunk redoubled his efforts. And he wagged his tail so hard
that before he knew what was happening he had lost his footing, slipped
off the edge of the trough, and found himself floundering in the water.
Daddy Longlegs was watching the wagon so anxiously that he never noticed
what was happening to his friend. But he observed that Johnnie Green
began to laugh. And pointing toward the watering-trough Johnnie cried,
"Oh! look, Grandma--look!"
The old horse Ebenezer, too, seemed interested in what was going on.
Anyhow, he swerved to the right and walked straight up to the trough.
And the wagon came to a halt.
That was Daddy Longlegs' chance. He hurried to one of the rear wheels.
And in spite of the wind he clambered quickly up and hid himself in a
corner of the wagon-box.
Meanwhile Sandy Chipmunk, spluttering and choking, managed to pull
himself out of his unexpected bath and frisked out of sight among the
sumacs that fringed the road.
"Well, I stopped the wagon, anyhow!" he said to himself as he scampered
away.
And that was just where he was mistaken. The old horse Ebenezer wanted a
drink. That was why he had paused at the trough. He thrust his muzzle
deep into the cool spring-water and drank so long that Johnnie Green
began to be worried, for fear he would burst.
But old Ebenezer wouldn't budge until he had drunk his fill. When he was
ready (and not before) the wagon went rumbling up the road again, taking
Johnnie Green and his grandmother home to the farmhouse--and likewise
bearing Daddy Longlegs back to the stone wall, where little Mr. Chippy
lived in the wild grapevine.
XV
A CALL ON A NEIGHBOR
DADDY LONGLEGS was delighted to be at home again. And Mr. Chippy--as
well as other neighbors--remarked that they had never seen him so happy
and cheerful.
Perhaps one reason for Daddy's good spirits was the fact that the wind
no longer blew and he could venture abroad without being buffeted about.
He was so relieved by the change in the weather that it seemed to him
there could be no danger anywhere.
Little did Daddy Longlegs dream that a great army was even then making
plans to capture him. And still less did he imagine that he was going
to meet with a real adventure before the day was done.
Daddy Longlegs had so many pleasant ideas in his head that there was no
room in it for any thought of danger. He had found that his neighbors
considered him a hero, because he had ridden in Farmer Green's wagon. A
good many of Daddy's friends rushed at once to the stone wall, to talk
with him--as soon as they heard the news. And naturally he began to feel
quite important.
"Weren't you frightened?" people asked him. "Weren't you afraid that the
horse would run away?"
"Oh, no! I wasn't the least bit scared, though I admit it was a
dangerous feat," Daddy Longlegs told them. Then he would strut and
swagger about, trying to appear as if there wasn't a braver person than
he in all Pleasant Valley. And he talked about his wild ride to
everybody that would listen to him.
At first Daddy's friends enjoyed hearing about his adventure. But he
boasted so much about his bravery that his listeners soon grew tired of
hearing him talk. And instead of his having many callers, it was not
long before Daddy Longlegs found that nobody came near him, even to say
howdy-do.
He endured his loneliness as long as he could, though he found it hard
not to talk when he had so much to say. And feeling, at last, that he
was in danger of choking over the babble that surged up from within him,
Daddy Longlegs decided that he would go and call on Rusty Wren, who
lived in the cherry tree near Farmer Green's bedroom window.
"Rusty will be glad to know of my ride in the wagon," Daddy thought.
"And besides, I'd like to hear about his cousin's party, which I missed
on account of the big wind." So off Daddy Longlegs started, the moment
the idea popped into his head. He was the least bit uneasy, perhaps, for
fear Rusty Wren might not be at home, in which case he would have nobody
to talk to except Rusty's wife. And everybody knew that she was a person
of uncertain temper.
But Daddy found Rusty perched on the tin roof of his house (his house
was made of a maple-syrup can). And the first thing that Daddy Longlegs
said to him was this: "Is your wife at home?"
That may seem a strange question. But Rusty Wren appeared to know what
his caller meant. Anyhow, Rusty said, "No!" in such a cheerful tone that
Daddy Longlegs knew they could have a good chat without being
disturbed.
XVI
BOASTFUL TALK