"Come quick!" he shrieked; "come and see these butterflies! Big as birds! The room's full of them!" I ran.

There was that which justified the child's enthusiasm and his hardly hyperbolical exclamation.

It was an invasion of giant butterflies; an invasion hitherto unexampled in our house.

Four were already caught and placed in a bird-cage.

Others--numbers of them--were flying across the ceiling.
This astonishing sight recalled the prisoner of the morning to my mind.
"Put on your togs, kiddy!" I told my son; "put down your cage, and come with me.