Old Primrose 143

“There! I’m sure butterflies don’t call
out ‘ Police!’” said Daisy.

“Well, now you come to mention it,” said
Jane the hen, “I don't believe I ever azd
hear—but Mr. Rooster—~”

“Take my word for it,” said George the
pig. “That’s just what butterflies do call
out—sort of war-cry, you know.”

‘And keep on taking snuff?” said Daisy.

“Why, certainly,” said George. ‘That's
what they’re always looking for in the
flowers.”

By this time old Primrose had escaped
from Mary Ann Dabbles by flying on to
a stump; and there he stood taking snuff
in great agitation and excitement.