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UP AND DOWN THE BROOKS. 



very startling event for Madame Orgyia to be 

 transported to a different section of the country. 

 But she did not object in the least. She looked 

 somewhat like a beetle that had lost his intellect. 

 She gave but little sign of intelligence, but, while 

 away with me, she laid six small eggs, that looked 

 like young pills. 



One day as I wandered beside this brook, bent 

 on ascertaining what manner of creatures lived on 

 its borders, I came to a tree, and, peering in among 

 its leaves, I spied something that gave me to un- 



The leaf I found. 

 Eggs of Chrysopa. Golden-eyed Fly. 



derstand that some of the Brookside People had 

 been there before me. 



" They look like beans, growing," thought I to 

 myself, after I had carried my prize home. 



" They look like mould," said a girl friend to 

 me, when I showed them to her. I thought we 

 were both right. 



On the back of one of the leaves were what 

 looked to my friend like a fungous growth, but to 

 me like twenty little beans not bigger than pins' 

 heads. These green " beans " were all standing 



