Here natural and supernatural seem one and the same),
the caterpillar has undergone his transformation and emerging spreads
his wings and forthwith takes his flight a full-grown butterfly with
all its senses and faculties complete.
Walking on the sea front at Worthing one late afternoon in late
November, I sat down at one end of a seat in a shelter, the other end
being occupied by a lady in black, and between us, drawn close up to
the seat, was a perambulator in which a little girl was seated. She
looked at me, as little girls always do, with that question - What are
you? in her large grey intelligent eyes. The expression tempted me to
address her, and I said I hoped she was quite well.
"O yes," she returned readily. "I am quite well, thank you."
"And may I know how old you are?"
"Yes, I am just three years old."
I should have thought, I said, that as she looked a strong healthy
child she would have been able to walk and run about at the age of
three.
She replied that she could walk and run as well as any child, and that
she had her pram just to sit and rest in when tired of walking.
