ast
and far--in case Benjamin should spy him.

Now, although the Bat family was able to see in the dark as well as
Farmer Green's cat could, Benjamin failed to find Kiddie Katydid
anywhere. Crouching motionless upon a leaf, and dressed all in green,
Kiddie Katydid was almost invisible. But if he had moved the least bit,
Benjamin Bat would have found him out.

Looking only for a tiny green figure among the green leaves, Benjamin
Bat paid no attention to the grayish branches of the tree. He was really
strangely careless. Quite unsuspected by him, while he was wrangling
with Mr. Frog, the cat had crept out of the woodshed and stolen softly
into that very tree, where she lay motionless along a limb. She had come
out upon an early morning hunt for birds.

She was a fierce old cat. There was nothing, almost, that she wasn't
ready and willing to fight. Even old dog Spot had learned to shun her.
And now she waited patiently until Benjamin Bat should come within reach
of her quick paws.

That stupid, blundering fellow bumped squarely into her at last. And how
he escaped is still a mystery. The old cat always claimed that when she
found Benjamin wasn't a bird she was so surprised that she let him go.
And as for Benjamin himself, he never would discuss his adventure with
anybody. Kiddie Katydid was the only other one who saw what happened.
But he was so frightened at the time that he only knew that Benjamin Bat
tore away toward the swamp as if a thousand cats were following him. And
people do say that for some time afterward, Kiddie Katydid shrilled a
slightly different ditty. It was _Kitty did, Kitty did; she did, she
did_!

But when Mr. Frog mentioned that news, with a laugh, to Benjamin Bat,
over in the swamp, Benjamin only said, "Stuff and nonsense!"

Yet he looked most uncomfortable.

XVIII

THE TWO GRASSHOPPERS

Kiddie Katydid had a neighbor who was a good deal like him. Indeed, a
careless person had to look sharply to discover much difference between
them. But there was a difference. There was, especially, a certain way
in which one could always tell them apart. One had only to take the
trouble to look at their horns--or feelers. For Kiddie Katydid had horns
as long--or longer--than he was. But his neighbor, who was known as
Leaper the Locust, wore his horns quite short.

Although they saw each other often, Kiddie and this neighbor of his were
not on the best of terms. The trouble was simply this: they