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I've seen never make a scrap of noise; the first tiling 

 you linow tliey seem close to you and before you can 

 wink tliey have gone, and daddy says they will never 

 touch you or claw your hair, as Rod says they do." 



'' You are right ; the flight of a Bat is silent. See if 

 you can tell me why." 



"I can," said Dodo, whose eyes were sparkling and 

 dancing as they always did when she thought of an 

 answer almost before a question was asked. "You said 

 a Nio-htliawk made a noise because the wind blew 

 through its wing quills when it dropped, just like when 

 I blow on my little comb and it whistles, and a Baflias 

 onlj^ skin wings with no feathers to wlustle with ! " 



"• The exact reason — a stiingless violin makes no 

 sound. But what shall we do with our Little Brown 

 Bat? Siqipose I take him back to the root cellar and 

 see if he will hang himself up and go to sleep again." 



"Oh, yes!" said Dodo; "and then by and bye when 

 lie is all aired Hap can see him." 



***** 



" Did he hang up again?" the children asked eagerly 

 when the Dortur returned. 



" He flew about a few moments and then disappeared 

 in a dark corner. When Rod brought a lantern, we 

 found five others all hanging to tlie roof, like so many 

 cocoons in a row. Their eyes wei'e shut and they 

 showed no signs of life, but 1 could tell our friend 

 from tl:e others because be was breathing quickly and 

 shifted his position when the lantern flashed on him. 

 So b\' and bye you can all go and see how Batville 

 looks in winter." 



" It will be nice to go back to camp again," said Nat, 



