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Mary and the Roses gazed at this spectacle in 
silent amazement, but the lady-bird kept fast hold 
of her struggling prey, and carried it to her nest; 
and when the butterfly’s wings were once broken, 
so that she could not fly, it would be easy for a 
company of lady-birds to tear her to pieces. The 
little girl thought she should never love lady-birds 
again, or say to them any more, “ Lady-bird, lady¬ 
bird, fly away home.” 
Soon the Rose went on to recount her sorrows. 
“I have one enemy,” she said, “of a hundred and fifty 
different species. It is the ugly saw-fly you see 
creeping about. I shudder at its very touch ; it has 
pierced holes in all my twigs, and laid its eggs in 
each one. My buds, my beautiful buds, are all 
withering, and even if a few should open to the sun, 
they will look sickly and blighted. The froth-frog- 
hopper, too, injures my beauty, and that of many 
