"I may be whatting?" quavered the lady in yellow.
"Dear me!" Mrs. Ladybug muttered to herself. "Must I address this person in words of one syllable?" Then, to her companion she said bluntly, "Tell me why you think you and I are related!"
"That's easy!" cried the yellow one. "I belong to the Ladybug family."
Now, you might think that would have satisfied Mrs. Ladybug. But she wasn't convinced yet.
"My family—" she declared—"my family are all famous workers. If you're one of us, where are your working clothes? Where's your red and black polka dot?"
The cousin tittered. She seemed to be a silly sort of creature.
"I haven't any red and black polka dot," she replied. "These are my working clothes that I'm wearing now."
Mrs. Ladybug shook her head. It was plain that she didn't approve of those clothes—nor of their wearer.