THE ANT-HOUSES.
Robert gave his cousin Richard, for a birth-day present, a songbird, in a lovely green pen, and instructed him to take care of it with supper worms and ants' eggs. The mill operator or the pastry specialist would flexibly him with the dinner worms, however the ants' eggs he would be almost certain to discover in his dad's nursery. He would just need to put a window box, or a little wooden tub, in some dry bright spot, and the ants would discover their way under the fence, and lay their eggs there; for they are consistently mindful so as to put them where the downpour can not come.
Richard got some supper worms, yet they cost practically the entirety of his pocket-cash; and he should begin finding the ants' eggs, which would cost him nothing. So he did as Robert had let him know, and, to his incredible joy, he found when he took up the vase, on the following day, that an entire settlement of ants had crawled under it; for the earth was hurled into little piles, and looked fine, as though it had been filtered. Some little ants were jogging about rapidly, as though they were attempting to discover what had ended up making it so out of nowhere light.
Richard took a stick, and blended the earth a bit, and found a considerable number of pretty much nothing, long white eggs lying about. He loosened up his hand to place the eggs into a little cup which he had carried with him, when, to his incredible wonder, the little ants made up for lost time the eggs in their mouths, and fled with them.
At the point when Richard saw the caring nurturing care of the ants, the attacks his eyes, and he stated, "No, I can not be so brutal as to inconvenience all these little animals just to fulfill one; and my little songbird might want much better to sing in the cool green trees than in his nearby jail of an enclosure. I will proceed to let him fly where he satisfies."
He did as such, and goodness! how soon the songbird dashed off to the forest close by, where his tune was heard for some, a long summer's night after; and how cheerful, as well, Richard's sincere.
