'No, indeed! They cut the wood and straw into tiny bits, and they
cut and tear the rags and boil them.'
'And what do they do with the grass?'
'They cut it up, boil it, and mix clay with it. Then it is put through a
very clever machine, which makes it into paper.'
A FLY.
[Illustration]
spilt
won'-der
e-nough'
fel'-low
thirst'-y
mouth
su'-gar
teeth
ceil'-ing
ei'-ther
win'-dow
pane
won'-der-ful
straight
count'-ed
friend
1. 'Just look here, Harry!' Dora called out.
A little milk had been spilt on the table, and two flies had found it
out.
'We won't wipe it up! Let us wait and see if they can take it all. See,
it is getting less! I wonder how they do it.'
2. 'There! one fly has gone. He has had enough. But this old fellow is
very thirsty. He does not look as if he were drinking, and yet the milk
goes. That long thing must be his mouth. Is it, mother?'
[Illustration: Enlarged view of Head of Fly showing Trunk.]
3. 'It is called his trunk. The mouth is at the end of it. He is very
clever with it. Do you know that he never eats? He only drinks.'
4. 'But I have seen him eating sugar.'
'No; I don't think you have.
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