Old Primrose IAI

“Common thing in butterflies,” said the
pig. “ Shows breeding, doesn't it, ma’am?”
This was to Jane the hen, who had come
out from under the haystack to see what was
happening.

“ Bunions ?” said Jane reflectively. “ Dear
me—now you come to speak of it—I do
seem to fancy I’ve noticed— ; but there, what
with the children and what with the servants,
I really can’t recollect a thing. But Mr.
Rooster would know—he knows everything ;
and I believe butterflies and bunions are
two of his particular studies. Rooster !”

“What ds it, my dear? You really must
not detain me—train to catch— particular
engagement with Jones the barn-owl at the
bank. Eh? Bunions? Oh dear yes—com-
mon occurrence—common occurrence. Mr.
George is perfectly right—ah, good-day to
you all!”

« Butterfly? Why, of course ; that’s all
right,” said Mary Ann Dabbles, the Ayles-
bury duck, waddling up. “ Many a butterfly
ve eaten, and very good they are as a relish
before meals. I'll eat this one.”