As the caterpillars continued to eat without cessation the odd little
sound of the cutting of crisp leaves pervaded the silk-house. It was no
such easy task to keep them supplied with food now! Day after day it was
a race to pick the necessary quantity of leaves and remove the
accumulating litter. Every one in the house worked, and even a boy or
two was hired to help in the gathering.
"It is not so easy now, eh?" suggested Josef to Pierre. "Getting tired?"
"A little," admitted the boy. "It keeps one so on the everlasting jump.
Taking away the litter is stupid, tedious work; and then there is the
double supply of leaves to last through the night!"
He sighed.
"You're right. It is a hard job," the old servant agreed kindly. "But
have courage. When you get your first crop of fine cocoons you will say
it was worth it all, and you will forget that you ever were tired."
"I hope so," murmured Pierre wearily. "I get discouraged standing and
hearing them gnaw those leaves. I know they are just making more work
for us."
"You'd have far more cause to be disheartened if you didn't hear them,"
chuckled Josef. "That would be something to mourn over. But you
shouldn't complain at their good healthy appetites."
Cheered by Josef's jests the work went on.
The endless monotony of feeding and clearing up, feeding and clearing up
continued. Sometimes it seemed as if nothing was being accomplished. And
yet when the young silk-growers compared the present size of their
silkworms with that of the early hatched caterpillars the transformation
seemed nothing short of a miracle.
Then came a day when Pierre detected a change in the aspect of his crop.
Gradually the worms had turned to a transparent green color and ceasing
to eat were moving uneasily about. They seemed also to have shrunk to a
smaller size.
In consternation the lad fled to Josef.
"Whatever is the matter with them?" he cried. "Are they ill? Has some
epidemic come at this late day to sweep away all that we have done?"
The boy's face was pale with distress.
"They're all right," answered Josef reassuringly. "They are just ready
to spin, that's all. I did not expect it quite so soon. We must get the
arches up without delay."
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