TINY BUILDERS OF A GREAT 
NATION 
“Auntie! Uncle John! Everybody!” 
Tommy called excitedly. “ Do come here a mo¬ 
ment. Here’s the funniest sight you ever saw in 
all your life! ” 
And it undoubtedly was. A measuring-worm 
had set out to find the length of one of the long 
cement flower-box ledges in the sun parlor. His 
clumsy efforts had attracted a bevy of young 
merrymakers, some half dozen or more small red 
ants, and these boisterous fellows were hilariously 
“ making the arch ” every time the awkward 
worm lifted its body. How they crowded one 
another, scampering helter-skelter through to the 
other side, and then waiting their chance to dash 
back again! One just knew they were fairly 
breathless with laughter as they waited! And, 
too, it was plain that they were passing remarks 
over the inchworm’s painstaking, laborious ef¬ 
forts to be altogether exact. 
The Daytons watched delightedly, until the 
inchworm had satisfied itself as to how much 
longer than its body the ledge was, and had gone 
to conduct measurements elsewhere, and the ants 
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