I had it here to see how to fix the butterflies right.

I covered it, so it is not hurt;" and Dan caught it up, fearing the lender might think him careless.
"Give it here a minute;" and, pulling out his pencil, Mr.Laurie wrote Dan's name in it, saying, as he set the book up on one of the corner shelves, where nothing stood but a stuffed bird without a tail, "There, that is the beginning of the museum library.

I'll hunt up some more books, and Demi shall keep them in order.

Where are those jolly little books we used to read, Jo?
'Insect Architecture' or some such name, all about ants having battles, and bees having queens, and crickets eating holes in our clothes and stealing milk, and larks of that sort." "In the garret at home.

I'll have them sent out, and we will plunge into Natural History with a will," said Mrs.Jo, ready for any thing.
"Won't it be hard to write about such things ?" asked Nat, who hated compositions.
"At first, perhaps; but you will soon like it.