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Reverie, v. 3, issue 3, whole 10, September 1940

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Reverie                             9

   Surprisingly enough I found myself swept into the little blue coupe and was driven to the Masters' home.
   "Licksie's in the sunroom," Maxine said, drawing us after her. 
   "By the way, young lady, who's Licksie?" her father asked.
   "A kitty," I said, as Maxine darted away. "She fights her image--"
   "Here's Licksie!" Maxine cried, returning with a leaf on which was a fat caterpillar. My recoil was instinctive. Professor Masters must have been astonished to find my copper-colored head burrowing into his left shoulder, but his hand patted me as if I were Maxine's age. I drew away hurriedly. 
   "It's a butterfly larva," he explained. Really handsome."
   Handsome! He was dark with a white saddle and unattractive warts!
   "He's almost ready for his final moult," Professor Masters was saying. "He'll blossom out in a velvety striped costume of green, black and gold."
   "'N' he'll eat 'n' eat till he looks fat enough to burst then he'll come out of that a butterfly!" Maxine explained.
   "Yes, he's a black swallowtail. His proper name is Papilio polyxenes."
   "So I call him Licksie for short," Maxine said, offering the ugly thing a sprig of carrot top which he began to eat voraciously.
   "Maxine, you said he fought his image in the mirror. But the other girls were talking about their kitties and you felt left out. We shouldn't scold you; you didn't mean to lie."

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Reverie 9 Surprisingly enough I found myself swept into the little blue coupe and was driven to the Masters' home. "Licksie's in the sunroom," Maxine said, drawing us after her. "By the way, young lady, who's Licksie?" her father asked. "A kitty," I said, as Maxine darted away. "She fights her image--" "Here's Licksie!" Maxine cried, returning with a leaf on which was a fat caterpillar. My recoil was instinctive. Professor Masters must have been astonished to find my copper-colored head burrowing into his left shoulder, but his hand patted me as if I were Maxine's age. I drew away hurriedly. "It's a butterfly larva," he explained. Really handsome." Handsome! He was dark with a white saddle and unattractive warts! "He's almost ready for his final moult," Professor Masters was saying. "He'll blossom out in a velvety striped costume of green, black and gold." "'N' he'll eat 'n' eat till he looks fat enough to burst then he'll come out of that a butterfly!" Maxine explained. "Yes, he's a black swallowtail. His proper name is Papilio polyxenes." "So I call him Licksie for short," Maxine said, offering the ugly thing a sprig of carrot top which he began to eat voraciously. "Maxine, you said he fought his image in the mirror. But the other girls were talking about their kitties and you felt left out. We shouldn't scold you; you didn't mean to lie."