THE BROWN BEETLE UNDERTAKES A MISSION. I17

“That will be just right for her,” replied the
brother; “let us go now and find her.”

“No,” said Wassa, “it is too early in the day.
Her father or mother would be sure to find her
before night, and I intend to have her stay
there in the dark and be well frightened.”

Thus did Wassa’s envious mind tempt her
to plan a second mishap for Mona, and, as is
always the case, the second piece of mischief
was worse than the first.

“Oh! dost thou see that beautiful blue
dragon-fly, Wassa?” cried the little sisters.
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“T believe it is the very same one I followed
so far yesterday,” replied Wassa. “It is of no
use to try to catch it;” and, as she spoke, the
blue dragon-fly soared high into the air, and
flew rapidly away.

It was indeed the same dragon-fly that had
enticed Wassa up Blue Hill the day before,
and the dragon-fly had now followed the chil-
dren and heard every word of Wassa’s naughty
plot.

“Now that I have everything arranged for
carrying out my plan,” said the blue dragon-fly
to herself as she flew along, “I need have no