What, May; you want to see a bug? Well, that is easy enough.
Here is one in this pond at our feet. Do you know it?
Yes, John; it is the water boatman.
Nell says she doesn't see it.
There, Nell, that little thing that shines like silver under the water. It is clinging to a weed.
No, we cannot see it very well unless we catch it.
Ned, do you think you can be spry enough to scoop it out with the net?
There, he has it,—no, it is off.
Well, we shall never see that one again; but here, in this corner of the pond, see, several of them.