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UNDER THE PLANTAIN LEAF 
you know, are alike in this one 
thing,—we have four membranous 
wings. So, though one of us is a 
bee, the other a wasp, and the other 
an ant, we are all hymenoptera.” 
“Indeed,” said the bee, with a laugh 
as scornful as a bee could give, “I 
should really like to know, Miss Ant, 
where your wings are! Do you roll 
them up and leave them at home in 
the nest, when you go out for an 
airing ? If wings make ‘hymenoptera,’ 
then you surely are not one. Just 
listen, Miss Wasp, to this: Miss Ant 
claims to be related to us on the 
strength of her wings, when she 
has never had a wing in her life!” 
“I must confess it is a little 
queer, to put it as mildly as pos- 
