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There was a great excitement in the neighborhood of Farmer Green's house. Rusty Wren had found some strange tracks. He saw someone whose legs are long and thin; and his body is very small and called him Daddy Longlegs. No one knows Daddy Longlegs real name and where he lives then all the neighbors began to call him Daddy Longlegs.Amazing how our physical appearance reflect on our nicknames.
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Arthur Scott Bailey (November 16, 1877 - October 17, 1949) was an American writer. He was the author of more than forty children's books. He was born in St. Albans, Vermont, United States. His father owned a dry goods shop that was stated to be "one of the most reputable of St. Albans mercantile concerns" and specialized in furs; namely ladies' fur coats, muffs and scarves. Bailey attended St. Albans Academy and graduated in 1896. He then went on to the University of Vermont in Burlington, Vermont, where he became involved in a fraternal organization, Sigma Phi (with which he was very active through at least 1915; he joined the organization's Catalogue Committee in 1914 as a vice chairman, after the resignation of Dr. Alexander Duane).
The Tale of Daddy Longlegs. Tuck-Me-In Tales by Arthur Scott Bailey Pdf
"The Tale of Daddy Longlegs. Tuck-Me-In Tales" by Arthur Scott Bailey. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
The Tale of Daddy Longlegs by Arthur Scott Bailey Pdf
The Tale of Daddy Longlegs: Someone new had suddenly appeared in Pleasant Valley. He seemed to have taken up residence at the old stone wall and he was very strange. The other neighbors had never seen the likes of him before. He wore striped trousers with eight pants legs to accommodate each of his eight very long legs. They called him Daddy Longlegs. "He's hard of hearing," said one of the neighbors. "Only when he wants to avoid answering questions!" said someone else. Yes Daddy Longlegs was very strange. And so the adventure begins. Venture into another delightful tale by Arthur Scott Bailey and illustrated by Harry L. Smith, as the story unfolds and gentle lessons are taught. Short chapters make this charming tale ideal for bedtime reading. Edited and presented for a new generation of young readers and for little hands to hold and to love. Nonviolent reading, recommended for ages 4-8 years old.
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"The Tale of Betsy Butterfly. Tuck-Me-In Tales" by Arthur Scott Bailey. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
The Tale of Daddy Long Legs by Arthur Scott Bailey Pdf
Summary text (Arthur Scott Bailey (1877 - 1949) was author of more than forty children's books. He was born on November 15, 1877, in St. Albans, Vermont, United States, the second child of Winfield Scott Bailey and Harriet Sarah Goodhue.
The Tale of Daddy Longlegs by Arthur Scott Bailey Pdf
ALL the neighbors began to call him "Daddy Longlegs." And anyone might naturally think that he had lived in Pleasant Valley a great many years. But it was not so. Late in the summer Daddy Longlegs had appeared from nobody knew where.Although people often inquired where his old home was, he always pretended that he didn't hear them-and began to talk about the weather.And as for Daddy Longlegs' new home in Pleasant Valley, nobody knew much about that either. No matter how curiousp. 8 anyone might be, it did him no good at all to ask Daddy Longlegs where he lived. When prying persons put that question to him, Daddy Longlegs always waved his eight legs in every direction and answered "Over there!"Of course such a reply told nothing to anyone. And it led to a good many disputes among Daddy Longlegs' neighbors. No two could ever agree as to which of Daddy's legs really pointed toward the place where he dwelt.Anyhow, the wily gentleman was frequently seen scrambling about the stone wall by the roadside, near Farmer Green's house. And little Mr. Chippy, who made his home in the wild grapevine that grew on the wall, always claimed that Daddy Longlegs was a neighbor of his."He's a good neighbor, too," Mr.p. 9 Chippy told his friends. "He's very quiet and he never quarrels. And he's always pleasant and ready for a chat. It's too bad that he's deaf. I've asked him at least a dozen times how old he is; but he never seems to hear me."Old Mr. Crow, who liked nothing better than prying into other people's affairs, slowly shook his head at that. And coughing slightly he remarked in a hoarse voice that there must be reasons why Daddy Longlegs wouldn't tell where he came from, nor where he was living, nor how old he was.But Mr. Crow wouldn't say what he thought might be the reasons. Although he was a wise bird, there were some things he didn't know.Now, in a way Mr. Crow was right. Daddy Longlegs had the best of reasons for keeping some facts to himself. Inp. 10 the first place, he had never lived anywhere except in Pleasant Valley.
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Excerpt from The Tale of Daddy Longlegs Being quite Old, Mr. Crow was very wise. And people Often sought his Opin ion, though later they fell into the habit Of consulting Daddy Longlegs upon mat ters they did not understand. But this was before Daddy was known in Pleas ant Valley. Upon hearing Rusty Wren's news a good many Of his neighbors hurried to the place where Rusty had noticed the strange tracks. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
The Tale of Daddy Longlegs by Arthur Scott Bailey Pdf
THERE was great excitement in the neighborhood of Farmer Green's house. Rusty Wren had foundsome strange tracks. And nobody knew whose they were.Now, when they were puzzled like that the field- and forest-folk usually went straight to Mr.Crow for advice. But this time it happened that the old gentleman had gone on an excursion to thefurther side of Blue Mountain, where Brownie Beaver lived. And there seemedp. 2 to be no one elseat hand who was likely to be able to explain the mystery.Being quite old, Mr. Crow was very wise. And people often sought his opinion, though later theyfell into the habit of consulting Daddy Longlegs upon matters they did not understand. But this wasbefore Daddy was known in Pleasant Valley.Upon hearing Rusty Wren's news a good many of his neighbors hurried to the place where Rustyhad noticed the strange tracks."They were there in the dust of the road," Rusty Wren explained to his friends. "I could see themplainly, I assure you. And there's no doubt that a large company crossed the road right here.""Why can't we see the tracks now?" several people wanted to know.p. 3"A horse and wagon passed this way and spoiled the footprints," Rusty said."They couldn't have been very big," somebody remarked.
THERE was great excitement in the neighborhood of Farmer Green's house. Rusty Wren had found some strange tracks. And nobody knew whose they were.Now, when they were puzzled like that the field- and forest-folk usually went straight to Mr. Crow for advice. But this time it happened that the old gentleman had gone on an excursion to the further side of Blue Mountain, where Brownie Beaver lived. And there seemedp. 2 to be no one else at hand who was likely to be able to explain the mystery.Being quite old, Mr. Crow was very wise. And people often sought his opinion, though later they fell into the habit of consulting Daddy Longlegs upon matters they did not understand. But this was before Daddy was known in Pleasant Valley.Upon hearing Rusty Wren's news a good many of his neighbors hurried to the place where Rusty had noticed the strange tracks."They were there in the dust of the road," Rusty Wren explained to his friends. "I could see them plainly, I assure you. And there's no doubt that a large company crossed the road right here.""Why can't we see the tracks now?" several people wanted to know.p. 3"A horse and wagon passed this way and spoiled the footprints," Rusty said."They couldn't have been very big," somebody remarked."Well--no!" Rusty Wren admitted. "I shouldn't call them big. But they certainly weren't as small as the footprints of an ant."When they heard that, some of Rusty's friends looked relieved."We don't need to worry, anyhow," a number of them said to one another.But there was one that was disappointed. That was Reddy Woodpecker."Why, the strangers-whoever they are-are too small for me to fight!" he cried. "And here I've wasted all this time for nothing at all!" He looked so angrily at Rusty Wren that Rusty felt very uneasy. He certainly didn't want Reddy Woodpecker to fight him!p. 4Luckily Reddy did not attack Rusty. But he went away grumbling. And Rusty Wren couldn't help feeling a bit worried.4"Never mind what that rowdy says!" little Mr. Chippy advised Rusty Wren-after the quarrelsome Reddy Woodpecker had gone away. "I'm glad you told me about those strange tracks. I live near-by, in the wild grapevine on the stone wall; and I shall watch for more tracks-and those that make them, too.""Let me know when you learn anything new!" said Rusty Wren. And Mr. Chippy said that nothing would please him more than to do just that.Well, the very next day Mr. Chippy's son, Chippy, Jr., knocked at Rusty Wren's door (which was right beneath Farmer Green's chamber window) and told Rusty that he was wanted by the roadside at once.p. 5So Rusty flew straight to the stone wall, where he found little Mr. Chippy all aflutter. Mr. Chippy dropped quickly into the road, pointing to some tiny marks in the dust."Are those like the tracks you saw?" he asked."Yes-the very same!" cried Rusty Wren. "And now you can see for yourself that there must have been a crowd."To his surprise Mr. Chippy shook his head."There was only one person--" he said-"one person with eight legs!""Why do you think that?" Rusty Wren asked him doubtfully."I don't think it. I know it!" Mr. Chippy replied. "I've seen the person six times today with my own eyes.""What does he look like?" Rusty Wren inquired.p. 6"Like nobody else I ever saw!" Mr. Chippy exclaimed. "His legs are long and thin; and his body is very small. And though his mouth makes me think of a pair of pincers, he seems quite friendly and harmless.""What's his name?" asked Busty Wren."I don't know," said Mr. Chippy. "But there's only one name that fits him. I've already called him by it. And he seemed to like it, too.""What's that?" Rusty persisted."Daddy Longlegs!" said little Mr. Chippy.
