S the warm August days came,
The more he thought about it the more he squirmed, until
suddenly he heard a faint little sound, too faint for larger
people to hear, and found a tiny slit in the wall of his
chrysalis. It was such a dainty green chrysalis with white
wrinkles, that it seemed almost a pity to have it break.
Still it had held him for eight days already and that was as
long as any of his family ever hung in the chrysalis, so it
was quite time for it to be torn open and left empty.
Poor Mr. Butterfly! He found his wings
so wet and crinkled
that they wouldn't work at all, so he had to sit quietly in
the sunshine all day drying them. And just as they got big,
and smooth, and dry, it grew dark, and
The next morning, bright and early, he flew away to visit
the flowers. First, he stopped to see the Daisies by the
roadside. They were all dancing in the wind, and their
bright faces looked as cheerful as anyone could wish. They
were glad to see
The Daisies smiled and nodded to each other, saying, "This is the kind of place we were made for, that's all."
Mr. Butterfly shook his head very doubtfully, and then bade
them a polite
The Cardinals are a very stately family, as everybody knows.
They hold their heads very high, and never make deep bows,
even to the wind, but for all that they are a very pleasant
family to meet. They gave
"It is a delightful place to grow," said they.
"But the Daisies always do choose such places," said the Cardinals.
"And your family," said Mr. Butterfly, "have lived so long in wet places that it is a wonder you are alive. Your color is good, but to stand with one's roots in water all the time! It is shocking."
"Cardinals and Butterflies live differently," said the
Mr. Butterfly left the river and flew over to the woods. He was very much out of patience. He was so angry that his feelers quivered, and now you know how angry he must have been. He knew that the Violets were a very agreeable family, who never put on airs, so he went at once to them.
He had barely said
"To think," he said, "what notions some flowers have! Now you have a pleasant home here in the edge of the woods. I have been telling the Daisies and the Cardinals that they should grow in such a place, but they wouldn't listen to me. The Daisies were quite uppish about it, and the Cardinals were very stiff."
"My dear friend," answered a Violet, "they could never live if they moved up into our neighborhood. Every flower has his own place in this world, and is happiest in that place. Everything has its own place and its own work, and every flower that is wise will stay in the place for which it was intended. You were exceedingly kind to want to help the flowers, but suppose they had been telling you what to do. Suppose the Cardinals had told you that flying around was not good for your health, and that to be truly well you ought to grow planted with your legs in the mud and water."
"Oh!" said Mr. Butterfly, "Oh! I never thought of that. Perhaps Butterflies don't know everything."
"No," said the Violet, "they don't know everything, and you haven't been out of your chrysalis very long. But those who are ready to learn can always find someone to tell them. Won't you eat some honey?"
And Mr. Butterfly sipped honey and was happy.