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little house, or silken chrysalis, and lay coiled in- 
side, resting during the whole winter. It neither 
saw its friends nor ate nor drank such food as 
Queenie knew about. Many people might have 
believed this crawler of the earth was quite dead. 
After a while the door of the chrysalis opened, and 
out of it appeared not the caterpillar, but a beauti- 
ful butterfly whose name was painted beauty. Per- 
haps the butterfly had been given this name on ac- 
count of the exquisite rose colour on the* hind part 
of its fore wings and the dark, eye-like spots on its 
posterior wings. The upper surface of the butter- 
fly’s wings is nearly black, with marks of orange 
and white, and it has long feelers which appear to 
point the direction in which it shall fly. It is a 
butterfly that does no harm in the world, but just 
flitters around, loving and caressing the flowers. 
In the autumn, it seems to like the* purple asters 
very much and sometimes carries the golden dust 
from one flower to another. The painted beauty, 
Mrs. Keith said, was always beautiful and good. 
“Perhaps it will come to our garden this sum- 
mer,” Joseph said. 
“I will catch it, then,” Queenie told him, and in- 
deed we both knew that at home she had a butterfly- 
net. 
