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<h2 style='padding-right: 200px;'><small>THE STORY OF</small><br/> LILY PAD ISLAND</h2>
<p style='padding-right: 200px;'>This is the story of a
venturesome young Spider,
who left his home in the
meadow to seek his fortune
in the great world.</p>
<p style='padding-right: 200px;'>He was a beautiful Spider,
and belonged to one
of the best families in the
country around. He was
a worker, too, for, as he had
often said, there wasn't a
lazy leg on his body, and
he could spin the biggest,
strongest, and shiniest web
in the meadow. All the
young people in the meadow liked him,
and he was invited to every party, or<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</SPAN></span>
dance, or picnic that they planned. If he
had been content to stay at home, as his
brothers and sisters were, he would in time
have become as important and well known
as the Tree Frog, or the fat, old Cricket,
or even as the Garter Snake.</p>
<p style='padding-right: 200px;'>But that would not satisfy him at all,
and one morning he said "Good-by" to
all his friends and relatives, and set sail
for unknown lands. He set sail, but not
on water. He crawled up a tree, and out
to the end of one of its branches. There
he began spinning a long silken rope, and
letting the wind blow it away from the
tree. He held fast to one end, and when
the wind was quite strong, he let go of
the branch and sailed off through the air,
carried by his rope balloon, and blown
along by the wind.</p>
<p>The meadow people, on the ground below,
watched him until he got so far away
that he looked about as large as a Fly, and
then he looked no bigger than an Ant,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</SPAN></span>
and then no bigger than a clover seed, and
then no bigger than the tiniest egg that
was ever laid, and then—well, then you
could see nothing but sky, and the Spider
was truly gone. The other young Spiders
all wished that they had gone, and the old
Spiders said, "They might much better
stay at home, as their fathers and mothers
had done." There was no use talking
about it when they disagreed so, and very
little more was said.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, the young traveller was
having a very fine time. He was carried
past trees and over fences, down toward
the river. Under him were all the bright
flowers of the meadow, and the bushes
which used to tower above his head. After
a while, he saw the rushes of the marsh
below him, and wondered if the Frogs
there would see him as he passed over
them.</p>
<p>Next, he saw a beautiful, shining river,
and in the quiet water by the shore were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</SPAN></span>
great white water-lilies growing, with their
green leaves, or pads, floating beside them.
"Ah," thought he, "I shall pass over the
river, and land on the farther side," and
he began to think of eating his rope balloon,
so that he might sink slowly to the
ground, when—the wind suddenly stopped
blowing, and he began falling slowly down,
down, down, down.</p>
<p>How he longed for a branch to cling to!
How he shivered at the thought of plunging
into the cold water! How he wished
that he had always stayed at home! How
he thought of all the naughty things that
he had ever done, and was sorry that he
had done them! But it was of no use, for
still he went down, down, down. He gave
up all hope and tried to be brave, and at
that very minute he felt himself alight on
a great green lily-pad.</p>
<p>This was indeed an adventure, and he
was very joyful for a little while. But he
got hungry, and there was no food near.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</SPAN></span>
He walked all over the leaf, Lily-Pad
Island he named it, and ran around its
edges as many as forty times. It was just
a flat, green island, and at one side was a
perfect white lily, which had grown, so
pure and beautiful, out of the darkness
and slime of the river bottom. The lily
was so near that he jumped over to it.
There he nestled in its sweet, yellow centre,
and went to sleep.</p>
<p>When he fell asleep it was late in the
afternoon, and, as the sun sank lower and
lower in the west, the lily began to close
her petals and get ready for the night.
She was just drawing under the water
when the Spider awakened. It was dark
and close, and he felt himself shut in and
going down. He scrambled and pushed,
and got out just in time to give a great
leap and alight on Lily Pad-Island once
more. And then he was in a sad plight.
He was hungry and cold, and night was
coming on, and, what was worst of all, in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</SPAN></span>
his great struggle to free himself from the
lily he had pulled off two of his legs, so
he had only six left.</p>
<p>He never liked to think of that night
afterward, it was so dreadful. In the
morning he saw a leaf come floating down
the stream; he watched it; it touched
Lily-Pad Island for just an instant and he
jumped on. He did not know where it
would take him, but anything was better
than staying where he was and starving.
It might float to the shore, or against one
of the rushes that grew in the shallower
parts of the river. If it did that, he would
jump off and run up to the top and set sail
again, but the island, where he had been,
was too low to give him a start.</p>
<p>He went straight down-stream for a
while, then the leaf drifted into a little
eddy, and whirled around and around,
until the Spider was almost too dizzy to
stand on it. After that, it floated slowly,
very slowly, toward the shore, and at last<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</SPAN></span>
came the joyful minute when the Spider
could jump to some of the plants that
grew in the shallow water, and, by making
rope bridges from one to another, get on
solid ground.</p>
<p>After a few days' rest he started back
to the meadow, asking his way of every
insect that he met. When he got home
they did not know him, he was so changed,
but thought him only a tramp Spider, and
not one of their own people. His mother
was the first one to find out who he was,
and when her friends said, "Just what I
expected! He might have known better,"
she hushed them, and answered: "The
poor child has had a hard time, and I
won't scold him for going. He has learned
that home is the best place, and that home
friends are the dearest. I shall keep him
quiet while his new legs are growing, and
then, I think, he will spin his webs near
the old place."</p>
<p>And so he did, and is now one of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</SPAN></span>
steadiest of all the meadow people. When
anybody asks him his age, he refuses to
tell, "For," he says, "most of me is middle-aged,
but these two new legs of mine
are still very young."</p>
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