

Yonder is a clump 

 of the everlasting 

 among the sweet -fern. 

 It is white with blossoms, 

 and some of them seem 

 fraying out in the wind. 

 Our bower-builder is cer- 

 , tainly there ; perhaps a 



dozen of them. Ah, yes; 

 here is our bower dan- 

 gling from the top of the stem, 

 and blowing in the breeze. 



It is compactly woven with silk and petals, and within 

 we find what ? Most probably a pretty maroon and 

 yellow banded spiny caterpillar an inch and a half long, 

 spotted boldly with white, and perhaps a wonderful 

 pendent jewel of a chrysalis, apparently of green bur- 

 nished bronze with rainbow films and golden reflections, 

 or perhaps only a dull drab affair; but any one of them 

 will give forth the same beautiful butterfly, with its 

 orange and black and rose-colored wings. 



