NETTLE-LEAF TENT-BUILDERS 155 
It is partly because it is so well known, and 
partly because so few people use their eyes ana- 
lytically, that a certain little mystery of the plant 
is so well guarded. For almost any bed of nettles 
may well tempt the young entomologist to tarry, 
while he forgets the tingling ringers as he fills his 
collecting-box with welcome specimens. 
We are sure to have company if we linger long 
about our nettles. There is a small brood of 
butterflies which we can always count upon. Here 
is one of them coming over the meadow. It has 
a sharp eye for nettles, and is even now on the 
lookout for them. In a moment more its beauti- 
ful black, scarlet-bordered and white-spotted wings 
are seen fluttering among the leaves, alighting 
now here, now there, each brief visit leaving a 
visible witness if we care to look for it. It has 
now settled upon a leaf within easy reach. Creep- 
ing along its edge, it is soon hanging beneath, 
but only for a second, and is off again on the 
wing. Let us pluck the leaf. Upon looking be- 
neath it we may see the pretty token of the Red 
Admiral, a tiny egg which we may well preserve 
for our microscope. 
We shall not wait long before another butterfly 
visitor arrives, smaller than the last, and with its 
deep orange, black- spotted wings conspicuously 
jagged at the edges one of the "angle-wings," 
which immediately announces his name as he 
