ble to rasp the surface of the
twigs, and make a place to fasten her eggs to.

Her wings are wrapped about her form like an ample cloak of green.

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Now, my little katydid, you may fly away if you want to.

We are very much obliged to you for letting us look at you, and we hope
we have not troubled you too much.

See her go!

How prettily the katydids fly.

They seem almost like little birds.

I am sure they love to fly about in the bright summer-time.

Happy katydids.

THE CRICKET-LIKE GRASSHOPPERS

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Now what strange-looking little creature are you?

John says it looks like a grasshopper, only it has no wings and its body
is not that of a grasshopper.

May says it looks like a cricket, only it has the long legs of a
grasshopper.

It is called the cricket-like grasshopper, and it is partly like a
cricket, as you see, and partly like a grasshopper.

It is a funny little fellow that lives around in dark corners, usually
in the woods.

Do see those long, spiny legs!

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How he _can_ jump.

He has strong, short, sharp spines on the femurs and on the tibias.

He has spines on all his legs, and what long feet he has!

Yes, Nell, his antennae are longer than anything else about him. I
should think they would be in his way.

He has no wings at all, and he never will have any.

He has two pairs of feelers in front of his mouth that show very
plainly. They show more plainly than the mouth parts of the grasshopper,
though they are quite like them.

Yes, Ned, they are larger than the mouth parts of the grasshopper.

There is another little fellow very similar to the cricket-like
grasshopper.

It has no wings, and the top of the thorax is like a broad shield.

It is called the shield-backed grasshopper.

See if you can find one of them.

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THE CHEERY CRICKET PEOPLE

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Chirp! chirp!

Chirp! chirp!

Ah, listen to that cheery song. It is the cricket on the hearth singing
thus gayly.

Dear little cricket; he lives in the corner by the fireplace. When all
is still we hear his cheery chirp! chirp! chirp!

Sometimes he comes peering out and runs across the hearth, a little
black fireside fairy.

Do you know one of the prettiest stories in the world has been written
about a cricket?

Charles Dickens wrote it, and it is called "The Cricket on the Hearth."

Be sure to read this beautiful story. If you