AWAY WITH THE BUTTERFLIES. 1g

came up toher; it wore a pair of broad-brimmed
spectacles. What struck Elsie as most peculiar
was that this solemn littlé animal talked. It
handed a yellow daisy to Elsie, and said:

“Tf you come to our ball
You will have to be small.”’

Elsie recalled the poem.

“What of the stork ?”” she asked.

The grasshopper trembled so violently that
its spectacles fell off.

“The s—s—stork is away fishing, and will
not t—trouble us,” it stammered nervously as it
picked up and replaced its glasses.

“Oh, well,” said Elsie, soothingly, “ 7 don't
mind the stork any way, so I'll come with you.”
The grasshopper replied :

‘“If to join us you do desire,
Pray smell this flow’r as we require.”’

“Who's we?” asked Elsie, but she took
the daisy and raised it to her nose. She
couldn't smell anything in particular, so gave a
vigorous sniff.

Immediately she arose and found herself
able to follow the grasshopper. It hopped
sedately (if a sedate hop can be imagined)
ahead of her. She had followed but a few steps
before her attention was drawn to the edge of
the woods. There a regular army of grass-