hear his song, to say nothing of seeing him.
After a very long time—at least it seemed so to the Caterpillar, who, in her odd, lumbering way, kept walking around and around the butterfly eggs—the Lark came back.
First, she could hear his song away up in the heavens. Then it sounded nearer and nearer, till he alighted close beside her and began to speak.
"I found out many wonderful things," he said. "But if I tell them to you, you will not believe me."
"Oh, yes I will," answered the Caterpillar hastily, "I believe everything I am told."
"Well, then," said the Lark, "the first thing I found out was that the butterfly eggs will turn into little green caterpillars, just like yourself, and that they will eat cabbage leaves just as you do."
"Wretch!" exclaimed the Caterpillar, bristling with indignation. "Why do you come and mock me with such a story as that? I thought you would be kind, and would try to help me."
"So I would," answered the Lark, "but I told you, you would not believe me," and with that he flew away to the cornfield.
