The Girl wanted to know about the brown, yellow, and black butterflies sailing from flower to flower.

She watched big black and gold bees come from the forest for pollen and listened to their monotonous bumbling.

Her first humming bird poised in air, and sipped nectar before her astonished eyes.

It was marvellous, but more wonderful to the Girl than anything she saw or heard was the fact that because of the Harvester's teachings she now could trace through all of it the ordained processes of the evolution of life.

Everything was right in its way, all necessary to human welfare, and so there was nothing to fear, but marvels to learn and pictures to appreciate.