miss cecropia's feelers were perfect, and she waved them happily to and fro. those of her friend, she was troubled to see, were not what they should have been. one of them was all right, the other was small and crooked. "oh dear," she said to herself, "how that does look! i hope he will not try to be attentive to me." he did not mind it much. he thought about other things than looks.