"Ssh!" said Mrs. Reece, "or every one in the car will know what little piggies you are. Ask Lizzie for the basket."
A. Outer wing of locust. B. Inner wing of locust.
C. Sideview of locust. D. Hind leg of locust.
a. Antenna. b. Simple eye. c. Compound eye. d. Thorax.
e. Abdomen. f. Breathing pore. g. Ear.
Every minute the air was growing cooler. The children could smell the pine woods, and once in a while the train flashed by a great big sawmill, or a lake set like a sapphire in the deep green of the forests. And the hills were rolling nearer and nearer in great shadows. The children ate their luncheon contentedly, looking out of the windows and thinking of the mountains there would be to climb, the ponds, the streams to fish, the pictures to take, and the stories they were to hear the summer long.
"Mother," said Betty, eating her second piece of chocolate cake—"mother, what will Ben Gile tell us this summer?"
"Let me see," said her mother, "perhaps it will be about the little creatures—grasshoppers and katydids, butterflies and bees."
"Goody!"
"Pooh!" said Jimmie, "I don't see what you want to know of those old things. I'd much rather hear about porcupines. There isn't anything to say about a grasshopper except that it hops."
"Isn't there, my son? Well, that shows that you don't use your eyes. Suppose some one said there was nothing to say about you except that you whistle?"