"Will you?" Jennie Junebug asked him gratefully. "And will you promise
to come back just as soon as you've found me a PERFECT match for my
fan?"

"I promise!" said Freddie Firefly, snatching the fan out of her hands in
his haste. "Wait right here!" he cautioned her. And then he leaped into
the air and started away.

BANG! He hadn't flown longer than forty-six seconds when Jennie Junebug
floored him again.

"I simply couldn't resist hitting you once more!" she said sweetly. "And
now, hurry! Or I shall never be able to let you leave me."

Freddie Firefly needed no more urging. Though he was sore in every limb
(and he had a great many!) he made his escape quickly.

All the rest of the night he worked hard, trying to find a white clover
leaf that exactly matched the one that Jennie Junebug had carried for a
fan. But every single clover leaf was different from Jennie's in one way
or another. Freddie Firefly had hoped that it would be so. For if he had
found one precisely like Jennie Junebug's, he would have had to take it
to her, as he had promised.

How long the fat lady waited for him in the meadow, Freddie Firefly
never knew. And to tell the truth, he didn't care. He was too happy
because he had escaped the fate of his cousin, to bother his head over
Jennie Junebug.