THE GOLD-BANDED PAPER- 

 MAKER 1 



THE weather was very wet and the Natu- 

 ralist was not finding his usual enjoy- 

 ment in the open air. It only stopped raining 

 long enough to get ready to begin again, and 

 there were few of the bright and warm days 

 which make one long to be an Indian and to 

 live always out of doors. Father and Mother 

 Red-tail had found the little grove too public 

 a place to raise a family, and this year had 

 made their nest in some distant location be- 

 yond the haunts of the Naturalist and Tommy 

 Jones. 



The Screech Owl family were living in a 

 ready-made house near at hand, but for some 

 reason the Naturalist was not making his usual 

 number of acquaintances. It so happened that 

 on the sixth of June he was walking among the 

 beehives when he chanced to pick up an old 

 cover which was leaning against an unused 



1 Polistes metricus, Say. 



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