
Ordinarily 
the Fliers 
about on 
their eight feet, 
just as all their kin- 
dred do. It is only now 
and then that they are 
seized with a desire to get 
away from the earth, and go soar- 
ing off on an expedition through the 
ar. 
A warm day in early spring, or a 
balmy one in autumn, is the time the 
Spinners choose to start out on their 
journey, —just the kind of days that 
make you long to rush off to the 
woods to sit on a half-shaded hillside, 
or to listen to the shuffling music of 
the brown leaves as you wander lei- 
surely beneath the trees. 
The flying seems to be contagious, 
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