Babs came rushing into the midst of the group.
"Judy, Judy, I want you," she cried.
"What is it?" asked Judy.
"There's a butterfly coming out of a chrysalis in the butterfly-case; come quick—he's moving his tail backward and forward—he'll soon be out; come quick and see him."
The dull look left Judy's eyes; they sparkled with a sudden, swift, childish joy.
She took Babs' hand, and they rushed away, right round to the back of the house where the butterfly-case stood.
"Let's take him out, poor darling," she said; "let's put him on a leaf, and watch him as he gets out of his prison."
Her eyes grew brighter and brighter; she bent low to watch the resurrection which was going on.
After all the chrysalis and the butterfly were emblems. They were good omens to Judy that love and hope were not dead.