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The Butterfly
The Butterfly wished for a bride ; naturally , he wanted a very pretty one from among the flowers so he look at them just as found that very flower sat quietly and demurely on her stalk just as amaiden ought to sit before she is engaged but there were a great many of them and the choice there atened to become wearisome. The Butterfly. did not care to take much trouble, and so he flew off to the daisy . The French call this floweret “Marguerite” and they know that Marguerite can prophesy when lovers pluck off its leaves and ask of every leaf they pluck some question concerning their lovers.Heartily ? Painfully? Love me much ? A little? Not at all? And so on. Eveyone asks in his own language. The Butterfly also come to enquire but he did not pluck off her leaves he kissed each of them for the considered that most is to be done with kindness.
Darling Margurite did not answer him.She was angry that he had called hera women when she was yet a girl and therevis a great difference.He asked for the second and for the third time and when she remained dumb and answered him not a word he would wait no longer but flew away to begin his wooing at once.
It was in the beginning of spring the crocus and the snowdrop were blooming around.
There are very pretty thought the Butterfly. Charming little lasses but a little too much of the schoolgirl about them. Like all young lads he looked outfor the elder girls.
Then he flew off to the anemones.These were a little too bitter for his tase the violet somewhat too sentimental the tulips too showy.
The easternlilies too pleian the lime blossoms were too small and moreover they had too many relations the apple blossoms they looked like rores but they bloomed today to fall off tomorrow to fall beneath the first wind that blew and he though that amarriage with them would last too short a time. The Place Blossom pleased him best of all she was white and red and graceful and delicate and belonged to the domestic maidens who look well and at the same time are useful in the kitchen.He was just about to make his offer when close by the maiden he saw a pod at whose end hung a withered flower.
Who is that he asked.
That is my sister replied the Pease Blossom.
Oh indeed and you will grt to look like he said.
And away he flew for he felt quite shocked.
The honeysuckle hung forth blooming from the hedge but there were a number of girls like that with long faces and sallow complexions.
No he did not like her.
But which one did he like?
The spring went by and the summer drew towards its close it was autumn but was still undecided.
And now the flowers appeared in their most gorgeous robes but in vain-they had lost the fresh fragrant air of yourth. But the heart demands fragrance, even when it is on longer young, and there is very little of that to be found among the dahlias and dry chrysanthemums, therefore the Butterfly turned to the Mint on the ground.
This plant has on blossom; but indeed it is blossom all over, full of fragrance from head to foot, with flower scent in every leaf.
‘I shall take her,’ said the Butterfly.
And he made an offer to her.
But the Mint stood silent and stiff, listening to him. At last she said, ‘Friendship, but nothing more. I am old, and you are old, we may very well live for one another; but as to marrying – on – don’t let us appear ridiculous at our age.’
And thus it happened that the Butterfly had no wife at all. He had been too long choosing, and that is a bad plan. So the Butterfly became what we call an old bachelor.