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Many of my readers may be interested to know what the ant-lion is like, and why I thought it worth while to take great pains to rear it. These young specimens were flat, grey, six-legged creatures about the size of a small lady-bird, covered with hairs, and possessing two strong forceps projecting from their heads.
"I think you're right, dear; but come, our supper is waiting. Pray excuse me, Sara, for keeping you and Morton standing here; this little lady-bird and I have been exchanging confidences behind the door!" What a supper it was! Once Molly paused, inspecting a small cream-cake in her hand with a grave air. "What is it, dear?
"Dearest I should know you to be innocent, and I should wait for you." He kissed her tenderly on cheeks, and eyes, and mouth. He took her hands from his shoulders, slipping off the little silken mitts and putting them in an inner pocket, and kissed the soft, pink palms. "Ah, Lady-Bird, if I should not return you'll remember me?" "Always." "My own pure love!
"La, la," she said, with a whimsical quirk of the head, and no apparent relevancy: "Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, and your children all gone." The remedy was good. Tarboe's eyes came again to their natural liveliness, and Bissonnette said: "My throat's like a piece of sand-paper."
Adam mounted to his studious chamber, Sibyll sought the solitary servant. "What tidings, oh, what tidings? The war, you say, is over; the great earl, his sweet daughter, safe upon the seas, but Hastings ob, Hastings! what of him?" "My bonnibell, my lady-bird, I have none but good tales to tell thee.
Adam mounted to his studious chamber, Sibyll sought the solitary servant. "What tidings, oh, what tidings? The war, you say, is over; the great earl, his sweet daughter, safe upon the seas, but Hastings ob, Hastings! what of him?" "My bonnibell, my lady-bird, I have none but good tales to tell thee.
"Sure, and hasn't the old chrysalis opened up and let out the nicest little lady-bird moth, Katy?" inquired Linda as she smoothed her gray-gold skirts. "I think myself that this dress is a trifle too good for school.
And they stayed there, in silence, holding hands, until the last touch of color had gone out of the sky and the evening air sighed and moved on and the night climbed slowly over the dim horizon. They might have been sisters. And then Joan rose in a sort of panic. "I must go," she said nervously, forgetting that she had grown up. "Good night, Fairy." Tootles stood up too. "Good night, Lady-bird.
These, more fortunate, had ample room to run about in, and countless broad shady leaves from which to pick the green caterpillar, and red tortoise-shaped lady-bird, and parti-coloured fly, and soft warm soil in which to bathe in their own gallinaceous fashion, and to lie with outstretched wings luxuriating by the hour in the genial sunshine.
Beyond this, he saw a female figure, evidently attempting to hide itself behind the bed drapery. Ralph sprang forward with his hands extended. "Ah, ha, my lady-bird, with all this fluttering I have found you!" There was a quick rush behind the drapery, which shook and swayed, till the dust fell from it in showers. Again Ralph laughed, "Ah, lapwing, struggle away, I have you safe."
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