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The boy read aloud: "MR. H. M. WOGGLE-BUG, T. E."

The boy read aloud: "MR. H. M. WOGGLE-BUG, T. E."

"If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual - may I say remarkable? -appearance."

So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of wanderers, and told them the following story:

"It is," said the Scarecrow. "But may I ask what 'H. M.' stands for?"

"It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recital that I was born an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in a frank and friendly tone. "Knowing no better, I used my arms as well as my legs for walking, and crawled under the edges of stones or hid among the roots of grasses with no thought beyond finding a few insects smaller than myself to feed upon.

"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly.

"Most certainly, my dear sir" answered the stranger, briskly. "Is not my name upon the card?"

"If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual - may I say remarkable? -appearance."

Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.

Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.

Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful personage. What he saw was a great, round, buglike body supported upon two slender legs which ended in delicate feet - the toes curling upward. The body of the Woggle-Bug was rather flat, and judging from what could be seen of it was of a glistening dark brown color upon the back, while the front was striped with alternate bands of light brown and white, blending together at the edges. Its arms were fully as slender as its legs, and upon a rather long neck was perched its head - not unlike the head of a man, except that its nose ended in a curling antenna, or "feeler," and its ears from the upper points bore antennae that decorated the sides of its head like two miniature, curling pig tails. It must be admitted that the round, black eyes were rather bulging in appearance; but the expression upon the Woggle-Bug's face was by no means unpleasant.

"Those letters express my degree," answered the Woggle-Bug, with a condescending smile. "To be more explicit, the initials mean that I am Thoroughly Educated."

Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.

The boy read aloud: "MR. H. M. WOGGLE-BUG, T. E."

"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly.

For dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallowtail coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in the button-hole; a vest of white duck that stretched tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles; and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat.

"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly.

"You may say what you please," answered the Tin Woodman, briefly.

The stranger removed his hat with a flourish, bowed very low, and then responded: "Good morning, one and all. I hope you are, as an aggregation, enjoying excellent health. Permit me to present my card." With this courteous speech it extended a card toward the Scarecrow, who accepted it, turned it over and over, and handed it with a shake of his head to Tip.

"How very peculiar" said the Tin Woodman.

"If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual - may I say remarkable? -appearance."

The boy read aloud: "MR. H. M. WOGGLE-BUG, T. E."

"Most certainly, my dear sir" answered the stranger, briskly. "Is not my name upon the card?"

"Are you really a Woggle-Bug?" enquired the Scarecrow.

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