SWALLOW BROW 185 



wanted to be pretty, just to please other 

 people. 



Her mouth trembled, and a tear rolled 

 down her cheek. Another and another 

 fell, until she could not see anything, for 

 the mirror was all misty. 



" Oh, I want to be beautiful, " she sobbed. 

 " Dear God, make me nice-looking." 



A butterfly drifted in at the open window 

 and flew towards her as though she were 

 a flower. Then feeling that the gold-dust 

 that came from the great blue sky no longer 

 warmed the white and black bars of his 

 sails, he flickered out again. 



Little Jo brushed her eyes, and tripped 

 down the stairs, her misery gone. She 

 ran into the kitchen garden, down the 

 path, past the flowering beans and the 

 cabbages, and through the gate into the 

 cornfield. Soon she reached the brook 

 and flung herself down suddenly at its 

 edge. 



She watched the water rippling past, and 



