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estimate, but it is safe to say that these two wasp 
clans save thousands of dollars’ worth of crops 
every year, and this for the most part all un¬ 
guessed and unknown.” 
“ I should say so,” chimed Tommy quickly. 
“ Why, I’ve never heard a single farmer mention 
them! I shall take Tiphias for my subject next 
composition day. And in the meantime I’m go¬ 
ing to find out just what the band is doing in our 
neighborhood.” 
“Well and good,” commended Uncle John 
briefly; “ now let us go down to Daddy Thorn¬ 
ton’s pasture. There’s a special exhibit there.” 
This proved to be more wasps, of course, a 
colony of yellow-winged diggers to the number 
of ten or a dozen, scratching in the sand like so 
many old hens, each one humming a glad little 
song which blended nicely in the general chorus. 
“ They seem care-free enough, do they not?” 
smiled Uncle John, “ and yet really there are no 
more industrious little people around. Their 
motto is, ‘ Everything in its own good time.’ 
They believe firmly in the old saw ‘ Play while 
you play, and work while you work.’ Next 
month they will suddenly galvanize into action 
and crowd into the thirty brief days of Septem¬ 
ber the labors which usually occupy the other 
members of the wasp clan for two months or 
more. Each female digs and victuals at least 
