126 ANTS AND CHILDREN OF THE GARDEN 



ALBERT. A half dozen of yours have taken turns 

 carrying the body of another Carpenter around here. 



DOROTHY. Why don't they take it indoors, or to the 

 rubbish heap, or eat it, or do something with it, or let it 

 alone? They make me nervous. 



ANT. They'll take it indoors when they get ready. 



KENNETH. I'll take the body away from them. There, 

 one grabbed it and took it into the house. 



CECIL. Here lies the body of the biggest Carpenter I 

 ever saw. I'll watch and see what you do with that. 



FLORENCE. I have here a pound of raisins, and I'll 

 give you a few bits for letting us in free. 



ANT. It smells good, but we don't care much for 

 raisins. Look out for the Carpenters now, for they will 

 smell the fruit and rush this way. 



ALBERT. Aha, here comes one now. Just see her ! She 

 is excited and is trotting all over our ants, knocking them 

 down, snapping at them, and acting half crazy. 



FLORENCE. I'll give her a whole raisin and see how 

 long it takes to eat a meal. It is now six-thirty in the 

 evening. 



KENNETH. Come out here to the trail and see this 

 large, hard, sleek pupa of some insect. The ants can't get 

 hold of it, but have worn a pit a quarter of an inch deep 

 trying to. 



FLORENCE. Why don't you help them? 



KENNETH. All right. I'll tie this thread around it for 

 a rope to pull by, carry it nearly home, and let the ants 

 drag it the rest of the way by the rope. Look! Four of 

 them are riding on the pupa as I carry it. 



FLORENCE. What did your ant do with the body of 

 the big Carpenter she carried to the top of the post? 



KENNETH. You yelled for me to look at something 



