181 LITTLE FOLKS 
they do look something like mosses, and nobody would suspect a 
live worm baby was curled up in the tiny white egg. 
I have little to complain of in the treatment I have received 
from men, though the prying naturalists do so delight in putting 
us into the microscope, and turning a strong light on us. But 
there's one thing I do feel hurt about, and that is the name these 
musty book-men have given us. I can't pronounce it — though for 
that matter I can't pronounce anything — but I've seen it in the 
big dry books and here it is. 
Clirysopa Vulgaris. 
Now do you think such a delicate, beautiful creature as I am, 
ought to be loaded down with an ugly name, five times as long as 
I am myself ? 
It don't help matters that these words mean something, for if 
the first one means Golden Eye, I almost know the last one means 
Vulgar. 
What would you do about it ? 
