CHAPTER THE THIRD, 
SOLITARY NESTS. 
If yon could be v gifted with the power of seeing 
all that is going on in the animal world, and 
were to look round you, one fine summer 
morning, what a busy scene would be spread 
out before your eyes ! 
Every creature is at work. The busy bee, 
humming from flower to flower, knows that its 
home is in the hive yonder, and is bestirring 
itself to lay up a store of honey there for the 
winter. The wasp is gathering materials for his 
paper nest, that you may find in the wood hard 
by. The ants . are running in and out of their 
long galleries; the beetles are clearing away 
rubbish, or burying some dead insect; the gnat 
is building her raft of eggs upon the brook; 
and the spider is throwing her silken thread from 
one blade of grass to the other. Our friends the 
