"Yes, to be sure."
"I wish I could see a baby-fly," said Rose.
7. "You would not think it at all pretty," said Mrs. Sutton. "It is a
whitish maggot. But some ugly looking things are very useful to us."
"I like pretty things best," said Rose.
8. "Well, the fly is pretty enough when he is grown up. He has to wait,
you see." I was pleased to hear the kind old lady say this, and I
nodded my head and washed my face with my feet.
9. "And so it is your birthday on Monday, Rose," went on her granny.
"And I suppose it is time to be thinking about the party and the fun we
are to have?"
10. Rose looked up, beaming with delight at these words. Though she had
not been born as a grub in a sink, I thought that she looked pretty
too.
11. "We must get Miss Bush to write the letters for us, Rose, and ask
the little girls, and boys to come and spend the day with you. Run now
and see if she will be so good as to do it now."
"Oh, very well," said Rose. And she went out with a skip.
* * * * *
_Write:_ A house-fly is born in the sink. The egg from which it comes
is laid in dirt and rubbish. The grub which creeps out eats up the
dirty stuff.
Questions: 1. Where does the house-fly lay its eggs? 2. What
are the young flies like at first? 3. What do they do as
soon as they are born? 4. What do they eat? 6. If we do not
wish to have many flies, what must we do? 6. What treat was
Rose going to have?