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"Not either!" But here Florence, after instinctively placing her hands behind her, brought forth the right one to point, and simultaneously uttered a loud cry: "Oh, look at your hands!" For now she did look at Herbert's hands, and was amazed

"Well, what of it?"

"They're all luer followed her eyes and pointed to strange appearances there "Look at your face!"

"Well, what of it?" he deirl can't ood ole bu, once in a while, while they was catchin' 'em and puttin' 'em in a jar, all they'd kno to do'd be to holler and run hous after you put ht," Florence said, "for persecutin' these poor, poor little bugs"

Herbert becao on back ho"

But Florence did not reply; instead she picked up the h it at a pickle jar of s, pers!" she said

"They are not, either!" Herbert retorted hotly "They're about the finest insecks that you or anybody else ever saw, and you ought to be ashaht?" his cousin cried "Well, I should think you're the one ought to be ashaht! Down here in the cellar playin' with all these vile bugs that ought to be given their liberty, or thron the sewer, or soh the lens, she shuddered "Vile----"

"Florence," he said sternly, "you lay down that lass"

"Why?"

"Because you don't kno to handle it A ht way, and you couldn't learn if you tried a thousand years That's a lass, and I don't intend to have it ruined"

"Why, just lookin' through it can't spoil it, can it?" she inquired, surprised

"You lay it down," said Herbert darkly "Lookin' through it the wrong way isn't going to do it any _good_"

"Why, how could just lookin' through it----"