she did not take fright.

With her tongue deep in a fragrant blossom she was enjoying its
delicious sweetness when Johnnie Green, bearing his net aloft, sprang
at her.

When Johnnie jumped, Betsy Butterfly started up in alarm. She had really
waited until it was too late. And if something unexpected hadn't
happened to Johnnie Green, Betsy would surely have had a place in his
collection.

But luckily for her, Johnnie met with a fall. He may have tripped on a
vine. Or his foot may have slipped on the wet ground. Anyhow, he fell
sprawling among the flowers, dropping his precious net as he stretched
out his hands to save himself.

Johnnie's fall gave Betsy Butterfly her only chance. Coiling her long
tongue out of her way, she quickly made her escape.

So Johnnie Green lost her. But she was not all that he lost. A strange
accident happened just as he fell, for old dog Spot leaped forward at
the same time. And, much to his surprise, Spot found his head inside the
butterfly net. The long broomstick handle thumped him sharply on his
back. And the silly fellow took fright at once.

With yelps of terror he scurried out of the flower garden. And Johnnie
picked himself up just in time to see Spot tearing across the meadow
toward the woods.

"Spot! Spot! Come back!" Johnnie Green shouted. But old Spot paid no
attention to his young master. Perhaps he was too scared to hear him.

Spot wanted to get rid of that net that covered his head. And he knew of
no better place to go than the woods where he hoped to be able to free
himself from his odd muzzle by rubbing against a tree or nosing among
some bushes.

Johnnie ran a little way after him. But when he saw Spot duck into the
woods he turned back sadly towards the house. For all he knew, old Spot
might run a mile further before he stopped.

Johnnie would have to make a new net if he wanted to catch any more
butterflies for his collection.

And the trouble was, he had no more mosquito netting.

A good many of the field people saw old Spot as he dashed off with the
butterfly net over his head. And they enjoyed a hearty laugh at the
strange sight.

As for Betsy Butterfly, she had learned to watch out for Johnnie Green.
And she knew that another time he would have to be twice as spry as he
had shown himself, if he expected to capture her.

Old Spot didn't come home till afternoon. When he appeared at last he
looked very sheepish. He hoped no one had noticed his fright. And