loitering for a last taste of 

 honey, but not for long, as they 

 wend their way on their slight 

 wings out toward Point Pinos 

 and the place they love. Some- 

 times on very warm days, when 

 goodly numbers of them have 

 been honey-seeking and about 

 four or five o'clock in the after- 

 noon have just returned for the 

 night, they do not fold their 

 wings at once in rest, but flit 

 about like birds from bough to 

 bough, picking a likely twig or 

 pine needle whereon to sleep, 

 and the late s t un, slanting 

 through the forest, glints upon 

 their red-brown surfaces until 

 the branches are ruddy with 

 warm and pulsing color. They 

 are beautiful always to look 



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