They halt outside, in the sun, or on the shutters fastened back against the wall; they hover in the window-recess, come inside, go to the reeds and give a glance at them, only to set off again and to return soon after.

Thus do they learn to know their home, thus do they fix their birthplace in their memory.

The village of our childhood is always a cherished spot, never to be effaced from our recollection.

The Osmia's life endures for a month; and she acquires a lasting remembrance of her hamlet in a couple of days.

'Twas there that she was born; 'twas there that she loved; 'tis there that she will return.