There were girls who were students at The Castle, Smith,
Vassar, and Bryn Mawr. The host was a Cornell junior, and there
were men from Harvard and Yale.
"It is an Eacles Imperialis Io Polyphemus Cecropia Regalis," she
said. Then in breathless suspense she waited.
"Shades of Homer!" cried the host. "Where did you learn it?"
"They are flying all through the Cabin at home," she replied.
"There was a tumbler turned over their eggs on the dining-room floor,
and you dared not sit on the right side of the library window seat
because of them when I left."
"What do you want with their eggs?" asked a girl.
"Want to hatch their caterpillars, and raise them until they transform
into these moths," answered poor Molly-Cotton, who had been taught
to fear so few living things that at the age of four she had carried
a garter snake into the house for a playmate.
"Caterpillars!" The chorus arose to a shriek. "Don't they sting you?
Don't they bite you?"
"No, they don't!" replied Molly-Cotton.
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