176 ANTS AND CHILDREN OF THE GARDEN 



get over their excitement. Something awful must have 

 happened, the way they are confused. 



ALBERT. Several kinds of ants visit ours and I don't 

 exactly like the looks of Longlegs. 



CECIL. Well, forget it. This is Thanksgiving day. 



FLORENCE. Yes, for us, but not for our poor ants. 

 You don't know what I've seen. One of our undertakers 

 came back to the old home and worked five hours all by 

 herself. She carried out of the house twenty-one bodies 

 and thirty-fours heads of our ants and left them in a pile. 



ALBERT. What? 



FLORENCE. She made fifty-five round trips before it 

 got too cool to work. The bodies were all badly torn and 

 the flesh had been removed even from the skulls nothing 

 left but the skeletons. 



CECIL. There's been an underground battle, then, sure 

 enough. 



FLORENCE. I'm not done yet. The next day she car- 

 ried out, all alone again, fourteen more heads, twenty-seven 

 bodies and twelve abdomen plates all sucked and licked 

 dry inside. 



KENNETH. Just think of it. 



FLORENCE. I found eight skeletons of another ant 

 near the door, also. 



DOROTHY. Good, good, good! Our ants killed a few 

 of the enemy in the fight, anyhow. 



FLORENCE. Still I'm not done. Today, and this is the 

 third day, our undertaker is still at work. This time she 

 carried out twelve more heads of our ants, four bodies, and 

 one abdomen. This makes sixty heads in all that she has 

 brought out of the old home. 



ALBERT. That beats anything I ever heard of. 



FLORENCE. I found thirty-two more bodies of the 



