The little maiden had a French nurse, of whom she was very fond. One day the nurse departed, and her small charge wandered about the house, upstairs and down, into the garden and back again, and finally hung about her mother, who was busy just then with the baby. Receiving no attention, she turned away, saying dejectedly: "Nobody loves me. I guess I'll go down in the garden and eat bugs. I ate free yes'day -- two smoove ones and one woolly one." -- Argonaut. June 17, 1897, Life, Vol XXIX. Number 756. [Pg. 516] See here: https://www.google.com/books/edition/Life/eqFAAQAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=%22nobody+loves+me%22+copyright&pg=PA516&printsec=frontcover There are lots of reprinted copies of this "eat bugs" version all dated from 1897. See this search: https://www.google.com/search?q=%22nobody+loves+me%22+%22eat+bugs%22&client=firefox-b-1-d&sca_esv=596246760&biw=1536&bih=704&tbs=cdr%3A1%2Ccd_max%3A1898&tbm=bks&ei=h6uZZdOdJ5mq5NoPxcqsyAc&ved=0ahUKEwiT_dmMwcmDAxUZFVkFHUUlC3kQ4dUDCAk&uact=5&oq=%22nobody+loves+me%22+%22eat+bugs%22&gs_lp=Eg1nd3Mtd2l6LWJvb2tzIhwibm9ib2R5IGxvdmVzIG1lIiAiZWF0IGJ1Z3MiMgUQIRirAkiJPFC9KlieOnAAeACQAQCYAXOgAZUGqgEDOS4xuAEDyAEA-AEBiAYB&sclient=gws-wiz-books
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