"Ah! I thought not!" said the stranger, "I thought not, because I have it in this mail-bag. And now I must confess that I'm puzzled myself; for I don't know which one it's intended for." And he pulled off his hat and began fanning himself with it.
It was perfectly plain to everyone that he was sadly perplexed.
Then Leaper the Locust gave a great shout.
"You're a Short-horn!" he exclaimed. "It can't be that you would have a message for a person with horns like his!" He pointed a scornful finger at poor Kiddie Katydid.
One glance at the stranger's head—now that he had removed his hat—told everybody that Leaper the Locust was not mistaken.
The stranger's horns were short. There was no denying that fact.
"I believe you must be the Mr. Grasshopper I'm looking for," said the stranger.
Then he put his hand inside his mail-pouch and pulled out a letter.
Leaper the Locust made a sudden jump for the message. But he was so eager that he sprang too far. He sailed far over the stranger's head and landed some distance away.
"Hullo! He doesn't want it!" said the stranger. "It must be for you!" And he shoved the message into Kiddie Katydid's willing hands.