THE BUTTERFLY HUNTERS. , 25 



CHAPTER V. 



THE HILL-PASTURE. 



|N this way the forenoon passed rapidly. After 

 dinner Tom went to the window, and off over 

 the barn he saw, to his great dehght, a piece 

 of blue sky through which the sun very soon 

 shone, while the clouds all broke up into big 

 white groups and floated out of sight. 



" Come, Hal, I say, let 's be off in a hurry," said Tom, 

 as he hunted round for his cap and net. 



" You need not go yet, boys," said Rose ; " for the butter- 

 flies won't come out until the • sun has dried the grass a 

 little." 



Rose had taken up Hal's book, which lay on the table, 

 and was turning over the leaves slowly as she spoke. 



" See here," said she, " in describing that butterfly you 

 were talking about this morning, this book says that it 

 lives round the apple-trees and leaves its eggs on them. 

 I wish one of you could find me a chrysalis. I would keep 

 it for you in a warm, dry place, until the butterfly came 

 out of it." 



" O, Annie is going to keep all the chrysalids," said Hal. 

 " Her father has made her a nice box with a glass cover, 



