Jennie Junebug paused and wiped her eyes.
"It was dreadful!" she said at last, as soon as she could control her shaking voice. "It was the worst accident that ever happened to me. … Your cousin broke his neck!"
Although Freddie Firefly sank back with a groan, she did not seem to notice him.
"Your cousin—" she continued—"your cousin was the easiest thing to knock down that I ever saw. Why, once I knocked him over thirty-three times in one minute—or in other words, as fast as he flashed his light. . . . I had struck him so many times that he was growing weaker. Earlier in the evening, when he flashed thirty-six times to the minute, he was a little too quick for me."
"Don't stop! Tell me more!" Freddie Firefly begged her, as the fat lady ceased talking and fanned herself rapidly. And then, while she continued to tell him about his unfortunate cousin, Freddie set his wits to work upon a plan to escape from the dreadful creature. He hardly knew what she was saying. But every time she paused he urged her on again with a "Yes, yes!" or a "Go on! Go on!"
At first a wild hope came to him that he might be able to keep her talking all night. Then, of course, he would be safe; because when daylight came she would no longer be able to see his light.
But he soon had to give up that plan, for he saw plainly enough that the fat lady was growing restless. And at last she told him flatly that she had talked all she cared to.
"I'm ready to fly now," she announced with an awful eagerness.
"One moment!" he said hastily. "Your fan—I see you've torn it! And if you'll let me take it I'll try to find you another just like it."
"Will you?" Jennie Junebug asked him gratefully. "And will you promise to come back just as soon as you've found me a PERFECT match for my fan?"