The rest will be the work of time; a labour resumed at will, for a short time daily.

The burrow will be made deeper and wider as the growth of the inmate and the inclemency of the season demand.

Even in winter, if the weather is mild, and the sun smiles upon the threshold of his dwelling, one may sometimes surprise the Cricket thrusting out small quantities of loosened earth, a sign of enlargement and of further burrowing.

In the midst of the joys of spring the cares of the house still continue; it is constantly restored and perfected until the death of the occupant.
April comes to an end, and the song of the Cricket commences.

At first we hear only timid and occasional solos; but very soon there is a general symphony, when every scrap of turf has its performer.