his lowest fin. What did he do that fer?”

“Why — why — he was hungry. He made his dinner off the little black bugs, and he wanted the fin for his dessert.”

“I don’t like that kind of a beast. Oncet he was a worm in a kind of a hole-box, an’ then he turned into a leetle beast-crittah; an’ what’ll he be next?”

“Next — why, next he’ll be a fly — a — a beautiful fly with four wings all blue and gold and green — ”

“I seen them things flyin’ round in the summeh. Hit’s quare how things gits therselves changed that-a-way into somethin’ else — from a worm into that beast-crittah an’ then into one o’