78 UP AND DOWN THE BROOKS. 



We sat down under the trees on a hill some- 

 where back of a church, and he showed me 

 through the glass a multitude of little creatures 

 living in the heart of a yellow flower. And he 

 said to me that perhaps those tiny folk had houses 

 and cities inside that flower, just as we bigger 

 people had outside of it. It was a wonderful 

 thing to me to look at the mites and imagine what 

 the minister suggested, and I have a fancy that 

 perhaps I longed to be one of those little things 

 for a time, just to see the supposed houses and 

 cities. But I remember that as a very wonder- 

 ful day, one on which I did not see half enough 

 through that glass to suit me, but still one on 

 which I obtained a glimpse of a world very differ- 

 ent from that in which I usually lived. 



No wonder people unacquainted with such a 

 world ask questions. Some day I may write " A 

 Catechism for The Warning of Those Who Pro- 

 pose to be Bug - Hunters." It will contain a 

 number of questions that they may expect to be 

 asked and that they must always be prepared to 

 answer, if they do not wish to be thought idiots. 

 It is quite probable that they will be thought such, 

 anyway. Some of the questions will be these : 

 "What are you doing?" "What are those?" 

 " What are they good for ? " " What do you do 

 with them ? " " What are you after ? " " What 

 do you get them for ? " " What makes you like 

 them?" 



