1. "Could you not tell me now?" said Rose, for she wanted to hear about
the little flies. And I too felt very glad to hear more about my
childhood. So I sat still to listen.
2. "Perhaps you think that the child of a fly looks just like itself;
only smaller," said Mrs. Sutton. "But the house-fly lays a great many
little eggs.
3. "She finds some old dirty rubbish, like rotten cabbage or stuff that
is left by careless cooks lying about. In this she puts her eggs, and
then she dies. Little grubs are born from them.
4. "They begin to eat as soon as they are born, and very soon they turn
into flies, after going to sleep for a while first in a kind of little
hard skin or shell. They change into flies while they are inside this
shell."
5. "What do the flies do when they cannot find any dirty rubbish?" said
Rose.
"Then they go to look for it in other places," said her granny. "So you
see, if we do not wish to have flies in our houses we must have no
rubbish."