Old Primrose 151

going to stick a pin through me and put me
in a case.”

And the poor butterfly began taking snuff
and weeping bitterly ; so that Daisy knew it
was poor old Primrose.

So she took him gently home on her finger,
and made a little bower of twigs and flowers
in her room for him to live in; and there he
sat and grumbled at his fate.

But by degrees he left off grumbling, and
lost his voice, and ceased to take snuff; and
then he grew quite contented and happy,
following Daisy all about the garden, and
perching on the flowers; but he never wan-
dered away from Daisy for long at a time.
And when he wanted rest he would perch
on Daisy’s hair and sit there. He was
just an ordinary butterfly. And when the
winter came, he drooped his wings and died
in her hand; and she put him on a piece of
velvet in a little box with a glass lid; and it
is on her mantelpiece to this day.