There was no end to her nervousness and unreasonableness1. Her husband simply could not satisfy her. If he brought her a fly, she shook her head and asked how could he think her capable of eating immediately before the most important event in her life. If he brought her none, she said it was evidently his intention to starve her. If he sang, it was unbearable2 to listen to him. If he was silent, she could plainly see that he no longer cared for her.
"You don't appreciate me as I deserve," he said. "You ought to be married to the eel3 for a bit, or to the cray-fish's husband; then you would know what's what."
"And you ought to have taken the spider," said she. "Then you would have been eaten."
"Dear lady! Dear lady!" cried the cray-fish from down in the mud.
"Well?" said the reed-warbler.
"I can't stand this!" said Mrs. Reed-Warbler.
"I only wanted to ask you, dear lady, not to forget me and those shells," said the cray-fish.
"I won't have anything to do with an odious4 woman like you, who eats her own children," replied Mrs. Reed-Warbler.
"Oh, dear!... Surely, ma'am, you don't believe that mean carp who was here the other day? A horrid5, malicious6 fellow like that! He doesn't even belong to the pond, you know. He's a regular man's fish. They only put him here to fatten7 him up and eat him afterwards ... I saw it myself last year; he was a mere8 spawn9 then; now he has grown big and stout10 on men's food; and he has plenty of time, too, since he doesn't have to work like another; and so he runs round and slanders11 poor people and robs them of the sympathy of kind ladies like yourself."
"Stop your chattering12, Goody Cray-Fish," said the reed-warbler. "You'll drive my wife quite silly with your silly talk."
"Oh, dear!... Well, I beg a thousand pardons," said the cray-fish. "I only want to remind the lady about the egg-shells."
"Why will you think so much about all that rabble14?" said the reed-warbler to his wife. "There are other things in the world besides cray-fish and eels15 and spiders. Find something pretty to look at. That would do you good just now."
"Show me something," she said, languidly.
"Look at the beautiful white flower down below there," said he. "See how charmingly he rises above the water. He surely can be neither a robber nor a cut-throat."
It was really a beautiful white flower that grew up from the bottom of the pond on a long, thin stalk and looked exceedingly sweet and innocent. Mrs. Reed-Warbler glanced at him kindly:[Pg 52]
"What's your name, you pretty flower?" she asked. "May I look at you a little?"
"Look as much as you please," replied the flower. "My name's Bladder-Wort, and I have no time to waste in talking to you. I have things to attend to and must hurry."
Mrs. Reed-Warbler stretched her neck and peeped down into the water.
"That horrid spider has her nest between his leaves," she said.
"Well, the bladder-wort can't help that," replied her husband. "It's a flower's fate to stand where he stands and take things as they come. He sucks his food calmly out of the ground, has no stains on his flowers, and no blood on his leaves. That's what makes him so poetic16 and so refined."
"Have you caught anything?" asked the bladder-wort.
"Indeed I have," replied the water-spider. "I don't go to bed fasting. This is a good time of year for water-mites, and so I don't complain. And how have you done?"
"Nicely, thank you," said the bladder-wort. "I have caught a hundred and fifty midge-grubs and forty carp-spawn this afternoon. But I'm not satisfied. I don't believe I could ever be satisfied."
"What's that he's saying!" whispered little Mrs. Reed-Warbler, and looked at her husband in dismay.
"Be quiet," he said. "Let us hear more."
The spider went into her parlour, hung seven eggs from the ceiling, swallowed a mouthful of air and came out again.
"You're really a terrible robber," she said. "If it wasn't that I had come to lodge19 with you, I should be furious with you. Why, you take the bread out of my mouth!"
"Nonsense!" said the bladder-wort. "Surely there's plenty for the two of us! I am quite pleased to have a lodger20 who drives the same trade as myself. It gives one something to talk about."
"It's really odd that a flower like yourself should have turned robber," said the spider. "It's not in your nature, generally speaking."
"What am I to say?" replied the flower. "These are hard times. There are a great many of us, and the earth is quite exhausted21. So I hit upon this and it goes swimmingly. But then I have got my apparatus22 just right. Would you like to see it?"
"Very much," said the spider. "But you won't hurt me, will you?"
"Be easy," said the bladder-wort, with a laugh. "You're too big for me. Run along one of my stalks and I'll explain the whole thing to you."
The spider crept cautiously for some way down the branch and then stopped and looked at a little bladder there.
"That's tight," said the bladder-wort. "That is one of my traps. I catch my prey23 in them. I have a couple of hundred of them."
"I can. If they come. But I'm never so jolly lucky as all that. Now just look: beside the bladder you will see a little flap, which is quite loose. When some fool or other knocks up against it, it goes in and—slap, dash!—the fool tumbles into the bladder. He can't get out; and then I eat him at my leisure."
"Do you hear?" whispered Mrs. Reed-Warbler.
"Yes," said the reed-warbler, with a very serious face.
"Ow!" she yelled suddenly.
She darted26 back with a jerk and the leg remained caught in the bladder. It was drawn27 inside in a twinkling and the flap closed and the leg was gone.
"Give me back my leg, please," said the spider, angrily.
"Have I your leg?" asked the bladder-wort. "Well then, you must have touched the flap. What did you do that for, dear friend? I made a point of warning you!"
"You said I was too big."
"So you are, worse luck! But, of course, I can easily eat you in bits, like this."
"It's not nice of you, seeing that you're my landlord," said the spider. "But as I have seven legs left, I suppose I must forgive you."
"Do, dear friend," said the bladder-wort. "I must tell you, I am not really master of myself when those flaps are meddled28 with. Then I have to eat what is inside of them. So be careful next time!"
"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."
"Is that my leg?" asked the spider.
"Don't you recognise it?"
The bladder-wort laughed contentedly30. 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:
"The children!" she screamed.
She was up on the edge of the nest in a second. On the opposite side sat her husband, watching just as eagerly as she.
One egg was quite in two and one of the others was burst. A wee, blind, naked youngster lay in the nest; and from the other egg protruded31 the dearest little leg of a chick.
"Did you ever see anything like it?" cried she. "Isn't it charming?"
"Delightful32!" said he.
Then they began carefully to peck at the other eggs. And, inside, the young chicks pecked with their little beaks33 and five minutes later, they were all five out.
"Help me to clear up," she said.
Out flew the shells, on every side, down into the water.
"God bless you, kind lady!" cried Goody Cray-Fish from down below.
She was out for an evening stroll. But no one heard her. The reed-warblers were mad with delight over their children and had no thought for anything else in the world.
"What are you thinking of?" said the husband. "They'll perish with cold. Sit on them at once!"
And she sat on them and covered them up and peeped at them every moment.
But he stayed up half the night, singing, on the top of the reed.
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rabble
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