HELPING, RESCUING 85 



KENNETH. I brought one of your crushed ants from 

 the alley and dropped it at the door of the little Garden 

 ants that have built right on your yard. One of yours 

 rushed up much excited and carried the body away. Again 

 I dropped the body by the door and it fell down inside. 



ALBERT. Then what happened? 



KENNETH. Six Garden ants came home. Four ran 

 away, but two entered the door. Then five of our ants 

 came up and stayed half an hour. They jumped and 

 jerked and seemed to be afraid of something. 



ALBERT. Afraid of acid ammunition, I guess. 



KENNETH. Finally one of ours squeezed in at the 

 small door and went down after the body of her sister, but 

 came out without it. She repeated this ten times and then 

 gave up. She was all covered with dust and almost over- 

 come with acid or something. 



FLORENCE. I saw her. Once she knocked some sticks 

 across the door and had to remove them before she could 

 enter again. 



CECIL. One of the odors of the Garden ant is pleasant 

 to us, but it or another one may be poisonous to ants and 

 other animals. Flowers have pleasant odors, but farm 

 stock won't eat the bloom of some kinds. 



ALBERT. Is that the end of the ant story? 



KENNETH. No. The next day one of our ants was 

 still going after the body of her sister, but failing. I 

 don't believe she could get it up the small stairway, but 

 maybe the Garden ants wouldn't let her have it. 



ALBERT. So our ants will risk their lives by going 

 into the house of a strange ant to recover the body of a 

 dead sister. And they will keep up the search for at least 

 twenty-four hours. 



