nd narrow, but not empty, and no slit in the top. I wonder what is in
it. Near it is a smooth, green caterpillar, crawling on the edge of a
bit of cabbage-leaf. I'm afraid that bright light has hurt my eyes. It
was just outside of my prison wall, and bright as the sun. The first
thing I remember, even before my wings had opened wide, or I was half
through stretching my feet to see if I could use them in climbing, there
was a great eye looking at me. Something round was before it, with a
handle. I suppose it was a quizzing-glass to see what I was about. I
heard somebody say, "Oh! oh!" twice, just as if they wondered I was
here. Then they held the great bright light close to the wall till my
eyes were dazzled. I don't like this prison. It isn't worth while to fly
about. It seems as if I ought to have more room. There must be something
inside that green box. It moves! I saw it half tip over then, all of
itself. I believe that caterpillar is afraid of it. He creeps off slowly
toward the wall. How smooth and green he is! How his rings move when he
crawls! Now he is gone up the wall. He has stopped near the roof. How he
throws his head from side to side! He is growing broader! He looks just
as if he was turning into one of these green boxes! How that box shakes!
There, I see it begin to open! There is a slit coming in the back!
Something peeps out! A butterfly's head, I declare! Here it comes,--two
long feelers, two short ones! Four wings, two round spots on each of the
upper pair, and none on the other two. Dressed just like me. I wonder
why it hid away in that box?

First Butterfly.--"What made you hide in that green box?"

Second Butterfly.--"What box? I haven't hid anywhere. I don't know what
box you mean?"

First Butterfly.--"That one. You just crawled out of it. I saw you."

Second Butterfly.--"That's the first I knew of it. There are _two_ boxes
just alike. _Both_ empty. May be you were hid in the other!"

First Butterfly.--"Ho! There goes up our prison wall! That's the big
hand that held the bright light. How good the air feels! Now for a
chance to try our wings! Away we go!"

HOW LILY-TOES WAS CAUGHT IN A SHOWER.

BY EMILY H. LELAND.

Lily-toes, though quite a pet, was the fourth baby, and, consequently,
was not so great a wonder in the eyes of her family as she might have
been. She and her mamma were on a visit to her grandma's, in the
country. As she had been there a week, the excitement attendant o