CHAPTER VI
The grasshopper lifted up his leg and rapped on a stalk of wheat.
“Who is there?” piped a thin, squeaky voice.
“It is I, Grandfather Grasshopper, with some friends,” he answered.
“What do you want? what are you bothering me about?” inquired the same little voice. “I am very busy with my family, and I cannot spend time to talk.”
“We want to know how you are,” responded the grasshopper, “and my friends here would like to ask you how to go to the beautiful world?”
“If that is all you want, I will gladly come down and see you,” said Mrs. Mouse, “for I know the way to the beautiful world and can tell you all about it.”
Then down the spear of wheat she came.
“Good-day, Mrs. Mouse,” said Grandfather Grasshopper. “How do you and the little ones fare to-day?”