and watched.
“Is that to put your eggs in?” she asked at last. “Or do you put them on a cabbage?”
“On a cabbage! No, indeed!” said the
, staring with all her eight eyes at once. “I make a soft nest of silken threads to put them in.”
“That would not do for my babies.” And the
nodded her head and looked very wise. “They would get their wings fast in the threads.”
“Their what?” gasped the