Helpless in the grip of an irresistible subconscious complex, Warble scoops
up the caterpillar and in an instant has fed him into the gaping maw at the
back of that loose gingham neckband.

Gr-r-r-r-rh!

* * * * *

That, then, is why Warble stood in such evident relief on the Pittsburgh
block.

Expelled! The world was hers!

It had always been hers, to be sure, but it was now getting bigger and more
hers every minute.

The very first day she went to school, a little boy said to her:

"Do you like me?"

"No," said Warble.

The little boy gave her all his candy and his red balloon.

So you see, she had a way--and got away with it.

* * * * *

Warble was an orphan. She had a paprika-seasoned sister, married to a