The Sloe-Weevil 
adapted, so it seems to me, to working in 
the narrow crease of a fold; she has spiked 
sandals which give her a firm hold on slippery 
surfaces. Any one acquainted with the 
cigar-makers has but to see her to call her 
straightway by the same generic name. 
The nomenclators have made no mistake; 
they are unanimous in styling her a Rhyn- 
chites. Judging the trade by the worker’s 
looks, we do not hesitate: we set down this 
third Rhynchites as a rival of the others, we 
class her in the leaf-rollers’ guild. 
Well, in this case, we are thoroughly 
deceived by outward appearances; we are 
taken in by an identity of structure. In her 
habits, the Rhynchites of the Sloe has 
nothing in common with the two with whom 
she is associated by her classification, which 
is based solely on the peculiarities of her 
form. What is more, until she is seen at 
work, no one would suspect her calling. She 
exploits the fruit of the sloe exclusively; her 
grub’s ration is the tiny kernel and its lodging 
the small stone of the sloe. 
So, unskilled in the trade of her fellows, 
without any change in her tools, the kins- 
woman of the cigar-makers becomes a driller 
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