28 THE BUTTERFLY HUNTERS. 



" I never saw one like that," said Hal. " We '11 carry 

 it to Mr. Benedict to-night and ask him what it is." 



" He is a strong old butterfly, any way," said Tom. " He 

 struggled hard for his life. I could n't help feeling sorry 

 for him, he was so silent about it." 



" I know it, Tom ; the butterflies can't make the least 

 noise, no matter how bad we treat them. I caught a 

 Bumble-bee by mistake the other day, and he made such 

 a fuss with his wiimble, wimible, wumble, that I was glad 

 to let him go." 



It was now so late that the boys agreed to go for 

 Annie's flowers some other time. Hal said perhaps Rose 

 would go with them, and then they would all visit the 

 old cellar hole together. 



In the evening Tom and Hal took their specimens and 

 went early to the meeting of the class. 



"Well, boys," said Mr, Benedict, as he rose to com-» 

 mence his lecture, "you have done remarkably well. I 

 shall speak to you this evening about the Papilio Turnus. 

 This butterfly takes its place among the largest we find. 

 Its wings expand nearly five inches. The color is, as you 

 see, a brilliant yellow with a broad border of black dotted 

 with yellow, on the edge of the wings." 



Mr. Benedict held up the box containing the butterfly 

 he had selected as the best specimen for the evening, 

 and little Frank Mason could n't help exclaiming, " O Mr. 

 Benedict! that 's my butterfly!" 



