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Screaming, running, toss- 

 ing up their arms, Patty and 

 Poppy and Fan and Margery 

 Ann came into grandma's 

 kitchen one day. They had 

 been playing in the meadow, 

 and Patty had poked her foot 

 into a nest of " queer black 

 and yellow flies," as she 

 called them. And oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!!! The flies were 

 chasing them, and sticking red-hot needles into them. 



"O Katy, they're killing us,— the flies!" shrieked Margery Ann 

 at the kitchen door. 



" The flies ! " said Katy, drawing her stout, red arms out of a 

 wash-tub. " They'i-e wasps, and they are chasin' ye, the mane 

 craturs! Out wid ye!" ^)houted Katy to the invaders. 



