Caught in a Cobweb. 117 



little spring just across the lane, which was almost 

 hidden by ferns and mosses, and which sent down a 

 tiny rill, wandering through watercresses and marsh 

 marigolds and long waving grasses, to join the merry 

 mill-stream at the bottom of the hill. 



One day, Buz, after taking a sip of water at the 

 spring, flew to the top of the little garden gate, and 

 thence right into the cottage through the open 

 window. 



This she did because her wings happened to carry 

 her there. 



It was the first time she had ever entered a room ; 

 and, after taking a turn round, the sight of so many 

 things which were new to her caused her to feel 

 nervous, and she made for the window. Unfortu- 

 nately, however, there were two windows in the 

 room, and Buz darted to the wrong one, which was 

 shut ! Against this she flew at such a pace, that 

 for a moment she was quite confused, and taking 

 another turn, came back and bumped herself once 

 more, though not quite so hard. 



Hard enough, however, to make her feel a little 

 cross ; and so she buzzed noisily about, going over 

 every pane several times — more slowly and carefully 

 as she went up, but coming down again in a great 

 hurry. 



