New-York tribune., 1920-11-14

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one to point and simultaneously ut
tered loud cry: ooh, look at your
hands" For now she did, herself,
look at Herbert's hands and was
amazed.
"Well, what of it,"
"They're all lumpyv' she cried,
and as her gaze lifted to his cheek
her finger followed her eyes and
pointed to strange appearances
there. 'Look at your facew
"Well, what of it?" he demanded,
his tone not entirely free from a
pleasurable braggadocio. "a girl
can't make expairaments the way |
do, because if one of these good ole
bumblebees or hornets of mine was
to give 'em a little sting once in a
while while they was catchin' 'em
and putin 'em in a jar all they'd
know how to do'd be to holler and
run home to their mamma. Nobody
with any gumption minds few lit
tie stings after you put mud on
em."
II guess it serves you right"
said Florence, "for perseoutin' these
poor, poor little bugs"
Herbert became plaintive. "Look
here, Florence; l do wish you'd go
back home where you belong"
But Florence did not reply; in
stead she picked up the magnifying
glass and. gazing through it at a
pickle jar of mixed beetles, cater
pillars, angleworms and potato bugs,
permitted herself to shudder. "Vile
things!" she said.
"They are not, eitherv Herbert
retorted hotly They're about the
finest insecks that you or anybody
else ever saw. and you ought to be
ashamed
Il ought" his cousin cried. "Well,
| should think you're the one ought
to be ashamed, if anybody ought
Down here in the cellar playin' with
all these vile bugs that ought to be
given their liberty or thrown down
the sewer, or somepm." Again, as
she peered through the lens, she
shuddered. "Vile"--
"Florence," he said sternly, you
lay down that magnifying glass;
"Why"
because you don't know how to
handle it. A magnifying glass has
got to be handled in just the right
way, and you couldn't learn if you
tried thousand years. That's a
mighty fine magnifying glass, and |
don't intend to have it ruined"
"Why, just lookin' through it can't
spoil it, can it," she inquired, sur
prised.
"You lay it down." said Herbert
darkly. "Lookin' through it the
wrong way isn't going to do it any
good"
"Why, how. could just 1ookin
through it.
"Lookin' through it the wrong way
isn't goin' to help it any, l tell you, +"
he insisted. "You're old enough tt
know that, and I'm not goin' to have
MY magnifying glass spoiled and all
my insecks wasted just because of 6
mere whin of yours!"
"a what?"
"a mere whin, said!"
"What's a whin?"
II "Never you mind" said Herber
ominously. you'll probly find ou
some day when you aren't lookin
for it,"
Undeniably Florence was some
what impressed. She replaced tn,
magnifying glass upon the tablc ant
picked up the notebook.
"You lay that down, too," sait
Herbert instantly.
"Oh, maybe it's somep'm your,
'shamcd to-
"Go on and read it, then" he said
suddenly changing his mind, for HI
was confident that she would fint
matter here which might cause he,
tc appreciate at least little of hel
own inferiority.
Nots,'" Florence began.
"'Nots' -
"Notes" he corrected her fiercely
" Notes." she read. "Notes OF
our inseck friends. The spider"
"Spider"
"'The spider spends his time
mostly in cobwebs which he digi
luntly spins between posts ane
catches flies to eat them. They are
different colored and sizes and have
about six or eight legs. Spiders also
spin their webs in corners or in
weeds or on fence and sometimes
in the grass. They are more able to
get about quicker than catapillars
or fishing worms, but cannot fly such
as pinching bugs, lightning bugs anc
birds because having no wings, nor
1lllnU as far az q pracchOror,