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have, but these too folded closely down. All were 

 sealed together in what looked like a brown, soft 

 skin. This thing was what we call a pupa. 



Days and nights passed and at last what had once 

 been the caterpillar began to stir and wake. 



" How strange I feel ! How strange I feel," 

 said the thing to itself. " I must have light and air." 



One end of the cocoon was very soft and loose. 

 It was through this end that what had once been the 

 caterpillar pushed its way out into the air. 



Oh, how weak and ill it felt ! Fastened to It on 

 each side were two crumpled wet things which it 

 began to move feebly up and down. As it moved 

 them it felt its strength returning and the crumpled 

 things began to spread and dry. Broader and 

 broader they spread until they were strong vel- 

 vety wings, two on each side. They were of the 

 most beautiful soft brown color with a pinkish 

 border along the edges. In the middle of each of 

 the lower wings was a glistening spot like the 

 " eye " spot on a peacock's feather 



This thing was no caterpillar ; it was a beautiful 

 winged moth. 



Presently it walked from the twig down upon the 

 gray cocoon within which it had lain so long. Then 



