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My Studio Neighbors
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W. Hamilton Gibson
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The
insect
now
reaches
the
edge
of
the
sill,
and,
taking
a
fresh
grip
on
her
burden,
starts
off
in
a
bee-line
across
my
drawing-board
and
towards
the
open
door,
and
disappears.
Wondering
what
her
whimsical
destination
might
be,
my
eye
involuntarily
began
to
wander
about
the
room
in
quest
of
nail-holes
or
other
available
similar
crannies,
but
without
reward,
and
I
had
fairly
settled
back
to
my
work
and
forgotten
the
incident,
when
the
same
visitor,
or
another
just
like
her,
again
appeared,
this
time
clearing
the
window-sill
in
her
flight,
and
landing
directly
upon
my
drawing-board,
across
which
she
sped,
half
creeping,
half
in
flight,
and
tugging
her
green
caterpillar
as
before--longer
than
herself--which
she
held
beneath
her
body.
"This
time
I
shall
learn
your
secret,"
I
thought.
"Two
such
challenges
as
this
are
not
to
be
ignored."
So
I
concluded
this
time
to
observe
her
progress
carefully.
In
a
moment
she
had
reached
the
right-hand
edge
of
my
easel-board,
from
which
she
made
a
short
flight,
and
settled
upon
a
large
table
in
the
centre
of
the
room,
littered
with
its
characteristic
chaos
of
professional
paraphernalia--brushes,
paints,
dishes,
bottles,
color-boxes,
and
cloths--among
which
she
disappeared.
It
was
a
hopeless
task
to
disclose
her,
so
I
waited
patiently
to
observe
the
spot
from
which
she
would
emerge,
assuming
that
this,
like
the
window-sill
and
my
easel,
was
a
mere
way-station
on
her
homeward
travels.
But
she
failed
to
appear,
while
I
busied
my
wits
in
trying
to
recall
which
particular
item
in
the
collection
had
a
hole
in
it.
Yes,
there
was
a
spool
among
other
odds
and
ends
in
a
Japanese
boat-basket.
That
must
be
it!
But
on
examination
the
paper
still
covered
both
ends,
and
I
was
again
at
a
loss.
What,
then,
can
be
the
attraction
on
my
table?
My
wondering
curiosity
was
immediately
satisfied,
for
as
I
turned
back
to
the
board
and
resumed
my
work
I
soon
discovered
another
wasp,
with
its
caterpillar
freight,
on
the
drawing-board.
After
a
moment's
pause
she
made
a
quiet
short
flight
towards
the
table,
and
what
was
my
astonishment
to
observe
her
alight
directly
upon
the
tip
of
the
very
brush
which
I
held
in
my
hand,
which,
I
now
noted
for
the
first
time,
had
a
hole
in
its
end!
In
another
moment
she
disappeared
within
the
cavity,
tugging
the
caterpillar
after
her!
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