miss cecropia did. she had been thinking of that when she first spoke, but she hoped he had forgotten. to tell the truth, he had been rather fond of her the fall before, and she, thinking him the handsomest caterpillar of her acquaintance, had smiled upon him and suggested that they spin their cocoons near together. during the long winter she had regretted this. "i was very foolish," she thought, "to encourage him.