I'd like to tackle something of that sort." "Rose-beetles," said his sister briefly.

In her voice was a suspicion of tears, and she kept her head turned from them.
"Nobody could ever get rid of Rose-beetles," said Kathleen.

"But it _would_ be exciting, wouldn't it, Scott?
Think of saving our roses and peonies and irises every year!" "I _am_ thinking of it," said Scott gravely.
A few moments later he disappeared around the corner of the house, returning presently, pockets bulging with bottles and boxes, a field-microscope in one hand, and several volumes on Coleoptera in the other.
"They're gone," he said without further explanation.
"Who are gone ?" inquired Kathleen.
"The Rose-beetles.

They deposit their eggs in the soil.

The larvae ought to be out by now.