'
'Yes-s-s-s,' go the three solemn young heads.
'And it was full of the most wonderful things.'
'Yes-s-s-s.'
'Great trees, so green, for the birds to hide and sing in; and flowers
so fair and sweet that the bees said that, in all their flying hither
and thither, they had never yet found any so full of honey in all the
world. And the birds, too, what songs they knew; and the butterflies,
were there ever any so bright and many-coloured?' etc., etc.
'But the most wonderful thing about the garden was that everything in it
had a wonderful story to tell.'
'Yes-s-s s.'
'The birds, and bees, and butterflies, even the trees and flowers, each
knew a wonderful fairy-tale.'
'Oh-h-h-h.'
'But of all in the garden the grasshopper knew the most. He had been a
great traveller, for he had such long legs.'
Again a still deeper murmur of breathless interest.
'Now, would you like to hear what the grasshopper had to tell?'
'Oh, yes-s-s-s.'
'Well, you shall--to-morrow night!'
So off his knees they went, as he rose with a merry, loving laugh, and
kissed away the long sighs of disappointment, and sent them to bed,
agog for all the morrow's night should reveal.
Need one say that the children were not the only disappointed listeners?
Besides, they have long since known all the wonderful tale, whereas one
of the poorer grown-up still wonders wistfully what that grasshopper who
was so great a traveller, and had such long legs, had to tell.
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