FALL OF ONE OF THE SPRUCES 193 
I was thinking that I would remember to tell 
Joseph what he said, when a lady-bug flew on my 
hand. 
“Do not kill It,” Mr. Percy said quickly, al- 
though In truth I had not thought of doing so. 
They do no harm themselves, while they eat up 
some of the miserable mites that annoy roses. 
When we passed a rose-bush I put the lady-bug off 
on It to do as much eating of this kind as it desired. 
Mr. Percy next pointed out to me a large white- 
oak tree. The day before, the men had taken off 
one of Its limbs, badly broken by the storm. The 
tree proved to^ be somewhat hollow, and within they 
had found a nest of flying squirrels. Unfortu- 
nately, they had tO' be routed, as the broken part 
was to be filled and sealed. Mr. Percy, however, 
had found them another home In the hollow of an 
old tree at the back of the place. It would be use- 
less, he said, for us to try to see them. Like the 
screech-owl, they are nocturnal In their habits, only 
coming out In the night. This I regretted, as 
neither Joseph nor I have ever seen flying squirrels. 
It was rather late when we left Nestly Heights, 
Joseph having stayed so long to play tennis. He 
had no time to walk In the garden, nor did he seem 
to care much. In fact, I have often wondered 
whether Joseph would be fond of flowers If he had 
not to do the gardening himself. 
On the way home we had to stop a few minutes 
at Miss Wiseman’s, so that Queenle might see how 
