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The teacher did seem glad to see me. "What can you tell us 

 about this caterpillar?" she said to the Boy, holding me out on her 

 hand so that all the children might see me. 



"Well," he said, "My big brother called it a woolly bear and he 

 said it told by the color what part of the winter was going to be 

 coldest This one, he said, pointing to the other caterpillar 

 that was hurrying about the box, has a lot of black near the head, 

 then the middle part is brown and the tail is only black a short 

 ways so he said the winter was going to be cold along at first 

 a little while at the end. But this one here," he said, pointing to 

 me, "is alike on both ends, so I guess they don't tell all the 

 truth." 



Then the teacher showed them how nicely my hair grew in 

 little rosettes in rows around my body and how when I curled up 

 they all stood straight out so it would be very hard for anything 

 to hurt me. And the children looked at my three pairs of patent 

 leather shoes on my true legs and saw that I did not wear any on 

 my prolegs so I could take a hold of things better. I thought my 

 hair was much neater than Mary's and she had on only one pair 

 of patent leather shoes. 



"What do you suppose he was doing?" asked Teacher of the Boy 

 when he told where he had found me. 



"Maybe he would die," he said, "in the cold with nothing to 

 eat." 



"Maybe it was sleeping for the winter like the real big bears 

 we read about," said another. 



"Yes," said Teacher, "That is what it does," and then she told 

 them what a wonderful Httle creature I was ; that after I was full 

 grown I could go all winter without eating. 



"I don't like things that crawl," said Mary. "What does it do 

 when it wakes up?" 



Teacher smiled, "Let's keep it and see," she said. So I was put 

 in the box with the other one and we were placed outdoors in the 

 cold and soon I went to sleep. 



One day I awoke, finding the cold gone and then I knew the 

 warm days of spring were here. I was in the school-room again 

 and through the open window came the song of a blue bird. There 

 was arbutus on the teacher's desk so I knew it must be about 

 April. My woolly comrade had disappeared but there was a 

 little object in the box that was very quiet. I soon felt a change 



