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in obtaining her food. She did not seem very 

 friendly. I do not see how any one who fed on 

 such very spiny thistles could be. 



But she grew at a startling rate, and, one June 

 day, relieved me from making any more trips to 

 thistle-bushes by turning herself into an angular 

 brown chrysalis, adorned with golden tubercles. 

 She lived in this style while I packed her up and 

 took her with me on a journey of a hundred and 

 twenty-five miles. Then, one July day, the joints 

 of my Lady's chrysalis began to look juicy, and 

 great wriggling took place. My Painted Lady 

 came out of retirement gorgeous in coloring. One 

 evening, taking my Lady, I walked out into the 

 forest, and having found Achilles in the shape of 

 his namesake the white yarrow, Achillea^ I laid 

 my Lady at the feet of the gallant Grecian for 

 protection. My Lady clung to my finger as 

 though loath to part from me, but she was soon 

 made to understand that separation was inevita- 

 ble, and she subsided under the yarrow leaves. 

 There, as she held up her wings, all her brilliant 

 colors were hidden, and the gray tinder-surface 

 was so much like the general gray shade of the 

 Barrow leaves and the grasses that I could but 

 just distinguish her as I stood up. So she nes- 

 tled down at Achilles' feet for the night, and I 

 saw her no more. Perhaps, in her Sittings through 

 the pine-woods of that hamlet by the sea, she lias 

 ere this found her destined mate, a butterfly that 



