Her terrible secret was out at last. If Freddie Firefly had been older
and wiser he would have known, in the beginning, that his first
collision with the fat lady was no accident. The whole Junebug family
were alike in one respect: preferring to fly at night, whenever they saw
a light anywhere they made straight for it as fast as they could fly.
Sometimes they landed with a crash against one of the farmhouse windows.
Sometimes they struck the lantern, if Farmer Green happened to be
carrying it across the farmyard. It really made little difference to a
Junebug what he--or she--hit, so long as it gleamed brightly out of the
night.

Well, Freddie Firefly saw at last that he was in a terrible fix. He knew
now why Jennie Junebug had asked him to fly with her. It was on account
of his flashing light! And the dreadful creature actually expected him
to fly for her so that she might have the pleasure of bowling him over
every time he rose into the air.

Such a practice was disagreeable, to say the least. Indeed, Freddie
Firefly thought it was positively dangerous, for him.

"Come! Come!" Jennie Junebug urged him playfully, even while he lay on
the ground trying to get his breath. "If you don't hurry and fly some
more I shall knock you over right where you are!"

Freddie Firefly answered her with a faint moan. He couldn't run away
from her. So he thought of hiding. But he had promised to fly with her.
And she was a lady.

What could he do?