A VISIT TO THE ANTS 125 



loose from the ground. I suppose the body is to be taken 

 to the Carpenter home for a more decent burial. 



KENNETH. Wrong again. It has carried the body 

 right up to the door of our ants and left it. Strange, isn't 

 it? And now it has carried a clod six inches away from 

 the door. 



DOROTHY. No wonder our ants like the Carpenter if 

 it carries food and clods for them works for them. Why, 

 I don't believe it would do that kind of work for its own 

 colony at least, not in that way. It is trying to do like 

 ours. 



KENNETH. This Carpenter is now walking around 

 over some of our ants while others walk up to it, face to 

 face, but with feelers well laid back. Now it has stopped 

 in the rubbish heap to eat a piece of fruit. 



DOROTHY. You have given us a very good show to- 

 night. I suppose you have a fine one every evening. We 

 must go now. Good night. 



KENNETH. Say, wait a minute. Do ants ever dream? 



ANT. Do dogs! 



KENNETH. Well, pleasant dreams. 



ANT. Thank you. Here are passes to our show for 

 tomorrow evening. 



DOROTHY. Hello, Ant, good evening. Here we are 

 again. Hope you will put on a good show like you did 

 last evening. 



ANT. Glad you are here. About 200 of our ants are 

 loafing around on the yard, while a number of foragers 

 have gone out in two directions and soon ought to be 

 bringing something home. 



KENNETH. Look at that ant carrying the body of a 

 big Carpenter to the top of that tiny post on your yard. 



