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be for the soul of some midge or 

 other wee insect captured in the short 

 flight. 



The true dragon-fly the one which 

 rests with wings widespread hunts like 

 a hawk, but the demoiselles seem to take 

 their prey with a gentle grace and charm 

 of manner which ought to make the 

 midge's last moments his happiest ones. 

 I always suspect them of folding him 

 in a perfumed napkin and eating him 

 with salad dressing and a spoon after 

 they get back to their boudoir, but I 

 cannot prove this any more than I can 

 that it is really a water goblin that 

 grumbles under the flat stone. 



Many a time I have turned the stones 

 over suddenly, but I never yet was quick 

 enough to surprise the goblin. I have 

 found him there, mind you, but never 

 in his true shape. Always he has man- 



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