A Grasshopper’s Trip to the City. 131

‘“‘Get off,’ was the laconic answer.

“Where ?”

‘We stop at another wharf farther down the
harbor, and there will be your chance. Baaaa!”

“Thank you, kind Can. I will,” said the
Grasshopper, and when they reached the next
wharf, off he jumped.

He hopped and hopped till he came to a stone
wall, and over this he skipped, finding himself in a
beautiful field, in which grew a wilderness of
daisies.

‘How do you do ?”’ said they.

‘And how are you?” answered he. ‘ What
is the name of this place ?”

“Quincy.”

“What!” cried the Grasshopper, “then this
is where I live.” Just then he saw, not far away,
a large red house, which he at once recognized as
the home of Southworth and Propriety.

I am sure no grasshopper ever hopped his little
way to his home more quickly than this one. Soon
he came to his own field, and there under the
home-daisy sat his mamma crying bitterly for her