140 Old Primrose

Old P. had prepared himself properly for
the part; he had painted his clothes all
white with whitewash, and dabbed pretty
pink dots here and there; and under his
arms he had two newspapers for wings.

As Daisy looked on, he pushed his way

out of the cocoon and

began fluttering the
newspapers, and hop-
ping about all over
the garden on one toe.
By this time he was quite
persuaded that he was a
real butterfly, and extremely
beautiful ; and whenever he
passed Daisy he called out

g triumphantly, “Yah! What
a do you think now ? Who’s
ugly now, eh?”

“| don’t believe it’s a real butterfly,” said
Daisy Tinkler, greatly puzzled.

‘Dear me, miss, you take a lot of con-
vincing,” remarked George the pig.

“But he has great bunions, just like old
Mr. Primrose has,” said Daisy.

    
   

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