t a
disgraceful and ill-natured Dog you are?"

_Notoriety is not fame._

THE ROSE AND THE BUTTERFLY

A Butterfly once fell in love with a beautiful Rose. The Rose was
not indifferent, for the Butterfly's wings were powdered in a
charming pattern of gold and silver. And so, when he fluttered
near and told how he loved her, she blushed rosily and said yes.
After much pretty love-making and many whispered vows of
constancy, the Butterfly took a tender leave of his sweetheart.

But alas! It was a long time before he came back to her.

"Is this your constancy?" she exclaimed tearfully. "It is ages
since you went away, and all the time, you have been carrying on
with all sorts of flowers. I saw you kiss Miss Geranium, and you
fluttered around Miss Mignonette until Honey Bee chased you away.
I wish he had stung you!"

"Constancy!" laughed the Butterfly. "I had no sooner left you
than I saw Zephyr kissing you. You carried on scandalously with
Mr. Bumble Bee and you made eyes at every single Bug you could
see. You can't expect any constancy from me!"

_Do not expect constancy in others if you have none yourself._

[Illustration: THE ROSE AND THE BUTTERFLY]

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THE CAT AND THE FOX

Once a Cat and a Fox were traveling together. As they went along,
picking up provisions on the way--a stray mouse here, a fat
chicken there--they began an argument to while away the time
between bites. And, as usually happens when comrades argue, the
talk began to get personal.

"You think you are extremely clever, don't you?" said the Fox.
"Do you pretend to know more than I? Why, I know a whole sackful
of tricks!"

"Well," retorted the Cat, "I admit I know one trick only, but
that one, let me tell you, is worth a thousand of yours!"

Just then, close by, they heard a hunter's horn and the yelping
of a pack of hounds. In an instant the Cat was up a tree, hiding
among the leaves.

"This is my trick," he called to the Fox. "Now let me see what
yours are worth."

But the Fox had so many plans for escape he could not decide
which one to try first. He dodged here and there with the hounds
at his heels. He doubled on his tracks, he ran at top speed, he
entered a dozen burrows,--but all in vain. The hounds caught him,
and soon put an end to the boaster and all his tricks.

_Common sense is always worth more than cunning._

THE BOY AND THE NETTLE

A Boy, stung by a Nettle, ran home crying, to ge