1. the first time that i ever used my wings was in flying from behind a red curtain. it was in a warm nice breakfast-room. the master of it was called mr. sutton.

2. i settled on a pretty white cap on the head of his wife. she was just making the tea, and her husband was sitting on the other side of the table.

3. "well," said mr. sutton, "when i talk of lazy folks, of course i do not suppose that any person thinks himself idle.

4. "some people think that so long as[pg 68] they are doing something or other they are busy. i suppose that i am an idle old fellow myself, for spending time in reading the paper.

5. "the right thing to think is, have i been doing what is of any use, eh?" said the old man, pushing up his glasses and looking at his little grandchild.

6. "have you done a single thing that is of any use this morning, rose?" rose hung her head for a moment. then she lifted her face brightly, and said, "only one little thing, grandpa."

7. "what was it, dear?"

"i am not quite sure that it was a real good thing," rose went on, "but i found a poor little butterfly that had fallen into a pool in the garden, where the rain had come.

8. "its wings were wet, and it could not fly up. so i took it up and put it in the sun on the wall, and soon it was well."

9. mrs. sutton looked at rose in a loving way. "i am quite sure that it was a 'real good thing' if you are not," said the old lady. "and so that was partly why you were late?"[pg 69]

10. "yes, granny."

"well, the little butterfly is all the better, though you were the worse for having cold toast. but that is not much to bear for the sake of saving a little life, is it?"

11. and all this time i had been feasting on the sweet white lumps of sugar. no one took any notice of me, and so i went on, till one lump began to grow quite small.

12. "look, here is a little house-fly!" said rose. "he is standing quite still on a lump of sugar. what is he doing, granny?"

"he is eating it, dear."

"can he bite it up?"

13. "bite it up! no," said mr. sutton, putting down his paper and coming up to us. "the fly has no teeth, he has a trunk. he sends down some juice through his trunk on to the sugar.

14 "this juice melts it, and then he sucks it up again."

"how clever!" said rose. "i wish he would let me touch him." and she put out one finger very softly towards me.[pg 70]

15. now though i am a brave fly now, i could not bear at that time to see the hand of any person come near me. though i would perch on the top of it, i did not like to be touched by it.

16. so i flew up in a great hurry, and pitched on some dark stuff which smelt like new hay, and which stood on the side table in a box. rose did not see where i went. "oh, how fast he went off!" she said.

write: rose saved the life of a butterfly. she found it in a little pool. she set it in the sun to dry its wings. it was a useful thing to do.

questions: 1. what had rose found in the garden? 2. what did she do for the little butterfly? 3. how did the fly eat sugar without any teeth? 4. what did rose wish to do? 5. what did the fly think about being touched? 6. what did he do when he saw the hand of rose near him?