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?
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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.
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Now don't be in too great a hurry, Ned; they are hard to catch.
He has it!
Here, don't touch it,--bugs are biters, remember.
Put it in this tumbler of water, and clap the cover over
it--quick--so!--now we have it.
What is that, Mollie? I just said bugs do not bite, and now I call them
biters?