Little Mrs. Ladybug, who was somewhat of a gossip, discovered in some way that Daddy Longlegs was a harvestman.
"You're a harvestman," she began, quite out of breath from hurrying.
Then the only thing a harvestman could do was to struggle and wriggle himself free, and he often broke off a leg in doing so.
A harvestman, for instance, lacks the waist, and its abdomen is segmented.
When a harvestman said "Good-morning" to you on a rainy day, you always had a feeling that the sun was shining.
It was only the next day that the largest harvestman came home on seven legs.
He had not47 lived long enough in the meadow to understand all that the harvestman meant.