finally, "if it's squeezed up any more it will
break."

"Now paint the head of the clothes-pin and make some straight black
lines on the middle of it, cross ways."

"Will you please tell me what I'm making?"

"Wait and see!"

Obeying instructions, he fastened the paper tightly in the fork of the
clothes-pin, and spread it out on either side. The corners were cut and
pulled into the semblance of wings, and black circles were painted here
and there. Iris herself added the finishing touch--two bits of the
ostrich feather glued to the top of the head for antennae.

"Oh," cried Lynn, in pleased surprise, "a butterfly!"

"How hideous!" said Margaret, pausing in the doorway. "I trust it's not
meant for me."

"It's for the Fraeulein," answered Iris, gathering up her paints and
sweeping aside the litter. "Lynn has made it all by himself."

"I wonder how he stands it," mused Irving, critically inspecting the
butterfly.

"I asked him once," said Iris, "if he liked all the queer things in his
house, and he shrugged his shoulders. 'What good is mine art to me,' he
asked, 'if it makes me so I cannot live with mine sister? Fredrika likes
the gay colours, such as one sees in the fields, but they hurt mine
eyes. Still because the tidies and the crazy jug swear to me, it is no
reason for me to hurt mine sister's feelings. We have a large house.
Fredrika has the upstairs and I have the downstairs. When I can no
longer stand the bright lights, I can turn mine back and look out of the
window, or I can go down in the shop with mine violins. Down there I see
no colours and I can put mine feet on all chairs.'"

Lynn laughed, but Margaret, who was listening intently, only smiled
sadly.

That afternoon, when the boy went up the hill, with the butterfly
dangling from his hand by a string, he was greeted with childish cries
of delight on either side. Hoping for equal success at the Master's, he
rang the bell, and the Fraeulein came to the door. When she saw who it
was, her face instantly became hard and forbidding.

"Mine brudder is not home," she said, frostily.

"I know," answered Lynn, with a winning smile, "but I came to see you.
See, I made this for you."

Wonder and delight were in her eyes as she took it from his outstretched
hand. "For me?"

"Yes, all for you. I made it."

"You make this for me by yourself alone?"

"No, Miss Temple helped me."

"Miss Temple," repeated the Fraeulein, "she is most kind. And you
likew