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little fawn browm moth was fluttering in our terrarium, and we 

 knew that one of our caterpillar^ had awakened. 



This finished the cycle of the tent caterpillars' life and finished 

 our series of lessons. Now we are beginning another preventive 

 drive on the enemy. By the conditions of his life and ours he is 

 our enany, and every child should be taught to see his eggs and 

 aroused to this preventive drive. 



But more, every child has a right to see the wonder in the life of 

 even this common pest, to feel the awe that is awakened in coming 

 to understand the experiences of this lowly infinitesimal bit of 

 universal life, the tent caterpillar. 



Listening 



Do you know that Winter day 

 When the world is white and blue — 

 Not the flashing sapphire hue, 

 But the tender blue of Spring — 

 Wlien the hills are far away 

 And the woods seem listening 

 For a voice, a sign, a word? 

 Not a thread of sap has stirred, 

 Not a twig's precision blurred. 

 Not a chickadee has heard 

 Hint of any growing thing. 

 Willow bud or daffodil, — 

 All the world is frozen still. 

 Yet the wood is listening. 



— Dorothy Leonard in New York Times. 



