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“Won’t you let your uncle take his dinner first,” said Frank’s mother, as she hung Uncle George’s overcoat up in the hall.
“No, mother! he must come at once,” said the excited Frank. “There’s a butterfly just coming out.”
“Oh, I must come and see that,” said Uncle George; and he allowed his eager nephews to drag him towards the larva cage.
By the time they got to the cage the butterfly had hatched, but they were in time to see it unfurl its wings. The wings were crumpled and twisted, but the creature slowly straightened them out to dry in the sun.
“We saw it burst its case,” said Tom. “First a small slit appeared at the head end. This slit grew larger. Then the butterfly’s head and feet appeared. It squeezed its way and was just half way out, with its wings crumpled round it, when you arrived.”
“I arrived just a minute too late, then,” said his uncle.
White or Cabbage Butterfly and Pupa.
“Oh, and the eggs have hatched too,” said Tom. “Look at them now, Uncle George!”