"A ladybird has lighted on your
shoulder."
"Oh, goody!" said Louise. "I wonder what my good luck is going to be?"
"Shake it off, Louise, let it light on me," said Nancy. "I want good
luck to come to me too."
"It is just the color of my new crimson dress," declared Polly.
"Only your red dress hasn't spots on it," corrected Louise.
"No, but the red is about the same shade as my dress. Oh, girls,
wouldn't a row of ladybirds for buttons be pretty on my waist?"
At this quaint conceit the three girls all giggled again.
"I do think they are the cutest little bugs. I never get tired of
looking at them," observed Polly.
"Bugs? You wouldn't call them bugs, would you?" inquired Louise. "I
think they are little beetles."
"Beetles? No, no," said Polly and Nancy both in one breath, "A beetle
is a big black thing that flies around only at dusk."
"Do you suppose your father would know?" asked Louise of Polly. "Let's
take it in the house and ask him, and so settle whether it is bug or
beetle."
And they came running into the sitting room behind the store to show
the lady-bird to Polly's father, who was there looking over his paper.
"Is it a bug or a beetle?" they asked.
He laid down the paper and looked at the pretty little insect a moment.
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