170 UNDER THE OPEN SET 



A COLOR PROBLEM 



So it is puzzling to me to see this splendid 

 big fellow sail lazily and easily through the 

 open air, up to the tree tops, over the houses, 

 lighting now and then to appease what we 

 might suppose to be a dainty yearning for 

 the nectar in the corolla of a flower did he 

 not disclose the catholicify of his tastes by 

 taking the very next sip from the mud of a 

 puddle. 



Most butterflies too, when they alight, 

 fold their wings erect, against each other, 

 presenting thus merely a slender edge to 

 the eye of a passing bird, and thus doubt- 

 less escaping notice. But this fellow flaunts 

 his gaudy wings in the very eyes of his sup- 

 posed enemies, lazily and insolently opening 

 and closing them as he clings to the flower. 

 There must be something about him which 

 birds dislike, or he would surely be exter- 

 minated. 



THE DOUBLE GENERATION 



This butterfly's children will be longer 

 lived than he, almost beyond a doubt. Be- 



