40 Buz. 



ing to talk as calmly as the butterfly, "have you 

 ever noticed that we are in the habit of leaving at 

 intervals the flowers on which we are busy, of flying 

 rapidly away, and of returning after a short 

 absence ? " ' 



" I have," replied the butterfly. 



" Can you tell me why we do so ? " 



" If you'll promise not to be vexed, I'll tell you 

 what I've always thought." 



" I'll promise," said Buz. 



" To get an appetite for a little more honey." 



"Ah! then you're just wrong — as wrong as ever 

 you can be." 



" Am I really ? " said the butterfly. " Well, you 

 know, it was only a guess, and isn't of the least 

 consequence." 



" But it is," cried Buz, "of the greatest possible 

 consequence, and so you'll be driven to admit when 

 I explain that we leave the flowers, on purpose to 

 deposit the honey we have collected, in our hive; 

 and there it is stored up for our use during the 

 winter. So you see we don't eat it at all, or think 

 of eating it — there ! — and so you're wrong ! " con- 

 cluded Buz, excitedly. 



" Then you'd like me to withdraw my statement ? " 

 asked the butterfly. 



