Neva ran ahead and her bright eyes soon discovered the leaves. When they had been placed in the box the little girl sat and watched the caterpillar make a good meal, while her aunt explained to her how it would first become a chrysalis and then a butterfly. “How long does it have to be a caterpillar?” she asked. “Twenty or thirty days,” answered Aunt Doris. “But I think that this one is quite old and will hang itself up before long now.” “How can you tell, auntie?” “I judge by the color and size. When this caterpillar is very young it is greenish, but as it grows older it casts its skin several times; each time it grows brighter and weighs more.” “Why, how can it ever cast off its skin?” questioned Neva in astonishment. Aunt Doris smiled as she replied: “Wait until it is ready to become a chrysalis and you will see.” Neva kept close watch of her new pet after that, she was so afraid some change might take place that she did not see. When bedtime came her aunt let her take the box up to her room and put it on the dresser that she might look at it the first thing in the morning. “Why can’t we have a name for this creature?” Neva asked while she was getting ready for bed. “I mean a real name spelled with a capital, like mine?” “When it gets to be a butterfly it will have a name,” replied her aunt. “What will it be?” asked Neva. “Danais,” replied Aunt Doris. “Danais,” repeated Neva, “That’s a pretty name, let’s call it that now. There isn’t any last name to it, is there?” “Why, yes, there is another name,” said her aunt, “but it is a pretty long one. It is Archippus, Danais Archippus; can you remember that?” “Oh, yes,” said Neva, “I’ll say it over lots of times and then I’ll never forget it,” and when Aunt Doris went past the door a little later she heard a very sleepy voice saying “Danais Archippus, Danais Archippus, Archippus.” The next two days the caterpillar crawled around in the box and ate or slept and although Neva looked at it anxiously many times she could see no change and she was beginning to feel a little impatient. Early the third morning she was awakened by a robin which was singing in a tree near her window. Almost before she had her eyes open she jumped out of bed and ran over to look in the box. A moment later Aunt Doris heard a mournful little voice saying: “Danais Archippus, I just believe you’re a goner.” “Good morning, little girl, you are an early bird; is there trouble in the box?” she said going over to the dresser. “There don’t seem to be anything in the box,” answered Neva in a sorrowful tone. Aunt Doris gave one look and then she laughed. “Why, Neva, the sandman is still in your eyes, for you are looking at the bottom of the box and here is the caterpillar hung up on the netting by the little hooks in the tail. It is well that you wakened so early, for half an hour later our Danais Archippus would have been a chrysalis and you never could have seen it cast its skin.”