CHAPTER XI
WISE FRIENDS AND FIERY ONES
A was an ant, who seldom stood still,
And who made a nice nest in the side of a hill.
—Edward Lear.
“Sh!” said Ruth to the audience in general, for she wanted very much to hear what the ant had to say. The ant looked at her approvingly, and then said in a very solemn tone:
“My friends, there are ants and ants.”
“Who doesn’t know that?” snapped Mrs. Horntail.
“‘MY FRIENDS, THERE ARE ANTS AND ANTS’”