“Henry Fussy,” he mumbled. “Hmm. Remarkable. Well, I don't think you have anything to worry about.
Let Fern associate with her friends in the barn if she wants to. I would say, offhand, that spiders and pigs were fully as interesting as Henry Fussy.
Yet I predict that the day will come when even Henry will drop some chance remark that catches Fern's attention.
It's amazing how children change from year to year. How's Avery?” he asked, opening his eyes wide.
“Oh, Avery,” chuckled Mrs. Arable. “Avery is always fine. Of course, he gets into poison ivy and gets stung by wasps and bees
and brings frogs and snakes home and breaks everything he lays his hands on. He's fine.”
“Good!” said the doctor. Mrs. Arable said goodbye and thanked Dr. Dorian very much for his advice. She felt greatly relieved.
Chapter XV The Crickets
The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad, monotonous song.
“Summer is over and gone,” they sang. “Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.”
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever.
Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year—the days when summer is changing into fall—the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.
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