JVtt GARDEN ture scale, indeed, and yet it is the planet s 



OF DREAMS u •«■• «.«. » 



history in petto. 



Little curtains are lifted, revealing "the 

 great loom of the universe at work." 



Even with unaided eyes we can see enough 

 to hold us many hours. 



There is a bee singing his love song as he 

 seeks the heart of the rose, while here, envel- 

 oped in the petals of this full-blown rose, is a 

 fellow of another sort. This one is at dinner 

 or comfortably asleep. We call him a rose 

 beetle. We think him a robber and a destroyer 

 of beauty, but he will not acknowledge him- 

 self a thief, for he claims a prior right to the 

 rose. 



Crowded thickly upon the tips of these 

 branches are little green creatures. Against 

 these, too, the gardener wages a constant war, 

 for they live on the very life of the plant and 

 breed so rapidly that, but for enemies, they 

 would soon cover all the trees and all the plants 

 in the world. There is one of its enemies now. 

 That worm of cinnamon color and yellow 

 stripes will destroy, by feeding on them, many 

 thousands of the aphides, and then will prob- 



[86] 



