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 b