The mishap is not serious.

The Hen, fidgeting about her Chicks, looks for the strays, calls them, gathers them together.

The Lycosa knows not these maternal alarms.

Impassively, she leaves those who drop off to manage their own difficulty, which they do with wonderful quickness.

Commend me to those youngsters for getting up without whining, dusting themselves and resuming their seat in the saddle! The unhorsed ones promptly find a leg of the mother, the usual climbing-pole; they swarm up it as fast as they can and recover their places on the bearer's back.