"You may be sure of that," said the spider. "One has to be cautious with a fellow like you. Would you think it indiscreet if I asked you what my leg tastes like?"
"Oh, well," said the bladder-wort, "there wasn't much on it. For that matter, I've finished, in case you care to see what's left of it."
Just then the flap was opened, and a tiny little hard stump was flung out into the water.
"Is that my leg?" asked the spider.
"Don't you recognise it?"
The bladder-wort laughed contentedly. The spider stood and looked at the stump for a little while. Then she said good-night and limped sadly into her parlour.
"Good-night," said the bladder-wort, pleasantly. "And good luck to your hunting in the morning."
"I shall never survive this," said little Mrs. Reed-Warbler.
But, at that moment, she felt something alive under her: