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can't remember ever seeing a bee that was doing 

 any thing except what you're doing now." 



"Do you mind saying that again?" said Buz 

 sarcastically ; " it's a pretty sentence, very ! " 



" Not at all," said the butterfly. And she repeated 

 it all over again, word for word, and seemed quite 

 pleased. 



This bothered Buz, who didn't exactly know what 

 to say ; when the butterfly continued in the calmest 

 manner — "The simple truth is, you're always tliink- 

 ing of eating." 



" Why, you ignorant, conceited creature ! " cried 

 Buz; " how dare you tell me that?" 



"Because it's a fact — come now, isn't it?" said 

 the butterfly. 



" No ! No ! ! No ! ! ! It's a most abominable 

 story ! " 



" You seem a little put out," said the butterfly, 

 "which is foolish ; people can't always agree, you 

 know. Now, suppose you come here and talk the 

 matter over with me quietly. I'm sure you can spare 

 a few minutes." 



Buz was at first inclined to refuse indignantly; 

 but remembering what a triumph it would be to 

 prove the butterfly wrong in every thing she said, 

 consented. 



