PART III THE PUPA. 



CHAPTER I. 



THE TRANSFORMATION. 



HANGING to the slender branch of yonder rose- 

 tree, swinging to and fro with the gentle air which 

 blows in scented waves through the flower-garden, 

 is a little object to which we wish to direct atten- 

 tion. Had not notice been thus directed to it, in 

 all probability we should have passed it by, if we 

 observed it at all, only considering it to be a 

 broken twig or withered leaf suspended by a cob- 

 web. We may examine it minutely, but all is 

 quiet and motionless in the little mass, and it is 

 impossible to detect the least sign of life. A casual 

 eye would rest upon it without interest, and would 

 turn away from it uninstructed as to its nature and 

 properties. In colour it has nothing to attract it 



