"Aha!" he said, and ran into the house. "Look a-here!" he cried as he ran up to his father's desk. "Well, well!" said his father, looking at the objects through gold-bowed spectacles, "that's the same sort of fellow that we teased last summer with a grass blade." "Tell me," said Boy Will, in wonder, "don't you remember the little hole in the garden, and when I put in a spear of grass how the fellow grabbed it with his jaws? I drew him out and there was Sir Mole Cricket that does so much mischief in the garden." "Oh yes; and now here are two; but they are dead." "No, only asleep for the winter. The warm room will revive them but they may die after all. They will have awakened out of season." "I wish I could put them back," said Boy Will. "We will study them a little and then we will see," returned his father as he took up his penknife and pointed to the folded legs. "Those big flat fore-legs are what do all the mischief. They are like strong little hands and have claws on them and they are used for digging. The main business of Sir Cricket is to burrow and he works away with these hands of his until he will have made a number of underground passages. And in his work he will cut off hundreds of new, tender roots that belong to plants and shrubs. And that's the mischief of him." "What do they eat?" "Why, little bugs; but they are fierce, hungry creatures, and when they meet a mole cricket that is weak and defenseless they pounce on him and eat him. They are no respecter of relatives." "They don't deserve to live!" cried Boy Will, with a stamp. "But we can give them their chances," returned Mr. Rey. "Now look at this one. There are two sets of wings. One outside and one inside like grasshoppers, but much shorter. Here are two delicate feelers, or antennæ, bent backward, and two at the end of the body. I suppose those are for the purpose of discovering any danger that might approach them from behind while they are busy at digging. The jaws are toothed and horny, and so, all in all, we may put Sir Cricket down in the same order in which are the katydid, grasshopper, field and house cricket, cockroach, earwig and so on, which is the order _Orthoptera_. Now come and show me where you found them." Boy Will led the way where stood his half-built snow-man, and Mr. Rey with a stick felt about in the chamber for the opening to another cavity to the lodge. "Ah, here it is--a warmer and a better one than the other because it is deeper," and he slipped the two objects in and stopped the doorway with earth and snow. "Well, I declare!" said Mr. Mole Cricket from under his horny skin, "What do you think of that?" "Why," said his wife, "they've put us in the cavern where we should have been in the first place. What a mistake it was to go to sleep in the nursery! Now we shall be quite safe until spring." "Well, well, true enough!" returned Sir Mole Cricket. And they both fell asleep again. SNOW BIRDS.