The child leaned forward with shining eyes.

A smile came into the dark, grave face looking into the box. "Ah, he has
blossomed--for you." He held it out to her.

She took it in shy fingers, bending to it. "It is beautiful," she said,
softly. "Yes--beautiful!"

The dark wings, with shadings of gold and tender blue, lifted themselves
a little, waiting.

The child looked up. "May I touch it?" she asked.

"Yes--But why not?"

The dark head was bent close to hers, watching the wonderful wings.

Slowly Betty Harris put out a finger and stroked the wings.

They fluttered a little--opened wide and rose--in their first flutter of
light.

"Oh!" It was a cry of delight from the child.

The great creature had settled on the bunch of bananas and hung swaying.
The gold and blue wings opened and closed slowly.

Achilles drew near and put out a finger.