We now began to make notes as to the length of time that it took her to go down and bring back her load. We timed her again and again, and found that she was remarkably regular, each of her trips occupying from forty–five to fifty seconds. All that day we kept her under strict surveillance, and never once did she suspend her operations either for rest or refreshment. Late in the afternoon, while we sat watching her as she appeared and disappeared with almost the regularity of clockwork, we found it difficult to realize that the patient little creature had been at work for more than twenty–four hours, with only one brief intermission. Without hurry or flurry she kept at her task, reminding us, in her business–like ways, of the social wasps of the genus Vespa. When we left her, at dusk, we attached the recording tube to the stem, and at ten o’clock in the evening we found that she had not stopped working. We emptied the glass, and left her. At seven o’clock in the morning of July twenty–ninth we paid her a visit, and could scarcely believe the testimony of our senses when we saw that the record was one of unceasing toil through the long hours of the second night. We began to wonder if she would ever finish her task. Wonderful though she was, we had grown a little weary of our long session of watching. We had been glad that she worked through the first night; it was creditable to her and interesting to us, and we admired her even more for sticking to it through the second, but when it looked as though we might have to remain by her side through another long day, watching an endless series of loads as they were carried out, we confess that we thought she was rather overdoing it. Gradually, however, she slowed up her work, taking two or three minutes to make a journey down and up. At last, at just nine o’clock, her head appeared at the top of the stalk, and after a slight hesitation she flew away. The nest was completed.