a whole ermine cape last month, and it disagreed with them."

"For my part, I can't conceive how the Moths can live as they do,"
said Miss Katy, with a face of disgust. "Why, I could no more eat
worsted and fur, as they do--"

"That is quite evident from the fairy-like delicacy of your
appearance," said the colonel. "One can see that nothing so gross or
material has ever entered into your system."

"I'm sure," said Miss Katy, "mamma says she don't know what does keep
me alive; half a dewdrop and a little bit of the nicest part of a
rose-leaf, I assure you, often last me for a day. But we are
forgetting our list. Let's see--the Fireflies, Butterflies, Moths.
The Bees must come, I suppose."

"The Bees are a worthy family," said the colonel.

"Worthy enough, but dreadfully humdrum," said Miss Katy. "They never
talk about anything but honey and housekeeping; still, they are a
class of people one cannot neglect."

"Well, then, there are the Bumble-Bees."

"Oh, I dote on them! General Bumble is one of the most dashing,
brilliant fellows of the day."

"I think he is shockingly corpulent," said Colonel Katy-did, not at
all pleased to hear him praised; "don't you?"