When I have finished the passage I am reading, I shall be glad of your company.
We waited silent a few moments, and then Dr. Bartlett put his book into his pocket, and we entered into conversation.
CHARLES.
Look, Sir, what insects are those which fly in such multitudes about the fish-pond?
DR. BARTLETT.
They are ants.
WILLIAM.
Have ants wings?
DR. BARTLETT.
Yes, they obtain wings for some time during this season of the year. And what appears the most wonderful, is, that they are thus winged in a very few moments.