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we opened the box. In it were seven beautiful cater- 

 pillars, light green, striped lengthwise with dark green, 

 and having one rose-]"ed stripe on each side, and two 

 long black horns projecting over the head. 



" Is it a large tree ? " asked One of Us. 



" No, ma'am ; it 's only been set out a couple of 

 years." 



"Then the best thing to do is to pick off all the 

 caterpillars and bring them to me. I will pay for 

 them." 



" There ain't no caterpillars there. It 's only these 

 bugs." 



" These are caterpillars, not bugs." 



" Oh, no ; caterpillars 've got fur all over them. Some 

 folks call these worms and some calls 'em bugs. I call 

 'em bugs." 



" Yes, I know you did, but that does not make them 

 so. They are caterpillars whether they have hairs or 

 not. There are probably not enough to do any serious 

 harm now, but there will be a second brood unless 

 these are all picked off, so you had better pick all you 

 can and bring them to me. I will take care of them 

 and pay you for them." 



The crawlers were nearly full fed and soon stopped 

 eating. Out of doors they go into the ground to 

 pupate, but these crawled a1)out the tins for a time and 

 then lay quiet and pupated finely. 



In about twelve days a pretty little moth emerged, 

 pale yellow and pink, and very lively. Its simple 

 antennae showed it to be female, and she began laying 

 eggs before dark. Of course these eggs were of no 

 use — sixty unfertilized eggs. Such a waste ! 



