they be doing?"

When quite near the thicket, however, her slow steps quickened into a
run. Her sharp eyes discovered hanging from one of the trees over the
heads of the children one of the large wasps' nests which seem to be
made of gray paper. It had caught Dicky's attention and he had coveted
it for purpose of investigation. Summoning his cohorts he had pointed
it out to them and had urged them to bring it down. Each one had
broken a stick; some had stripped off the leaves entirely; others had
left a tuft at the end. In both cases the weapons looked dangerously
destructive to Ethel, as she ran toward them and saw one pole after
another swish past the home of the paper wasps and expected the colony
to rush forth to defend their abode. With a cry of warning she bore
down on them and with a sweep of her arms turned them all back into the
open field. Dicky was indignant.

"What you doing that for?" he demanded angrily. "One more thwat and
I'd a had it."

"You don't know what it is," cried Ethel breathlessly. "You'd all be
stung if there were any wasps at home. That's their house and they get
awfully mad."

The children looked back fearfully at the object of their attack.

"You've had a narrow escape," insisted Ethel, and then to divert their
minds from what had happened she made them stretch themselves in a line
and hunt for arrow heads all the way back to their mothers.

"Thith ith a funny thtone," exclaimed Dicky, picking up a rather large
oblong stone that had a groove all around its middle.

"It looks like Lake Chautauqua. doesn't it? You know they say that
'Chautauqua' means 'the bag tied in the middle'."

"Did the Indianth uthe it?" Dicky asked as he laid his trophy in
Roger's hand.

"I rather think they did," returned Roger excitedly. "It looks to me
as if this was a hammer or a hatchet. See--" and he held it out for
the girls and James and Tom to see, "they must have lashed this head on
to a stout stick by a cord tied where this crease is."

"It would make a first-rate hammer," commended James.

"The Indians didn't manufacture as many of these as they did arrow
heads, because, of course, they didn't need as many. I rather guess
you've made the big find of the afternoon," and Dicky swelled with
pride as his brother patted him on the shoulder.

When it became time to go home the Ethels offered to take the short cut
to Rosemont and get the rubber tips for the children's arrows.

"If we