ing?
4. What did Peter say when his child told him what she had
done for the donkey? 5. What did he say about Mr. Smith? 6.
What did he mean to do for Brownie?

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THE STORY OF A FLY.

1. ROSE.

1. The first time that I ever used my wings was in flying from behind a
red curtain. It was in a warm nice breakfast-room. The master of it was
called Mr. Sutton.

2. I settled on a pretty white cap on the head of his wife. She was
just making the tea, and her husband was sitting on the other side of
the table.

3. "Well," said Mr. Sutton, "when I talk of lazy folks, of course I do
not suppose that any person thinks himself idle.

4. "Some people think that so long as they are doing something or
other they are busy. I suppose that I am an idle old fellow myself, for
spending time in reading the paper.

5. "The right thing to think is, have I been doing what is of any use,
eh?" said the old man, pushing up his glasses and looking at his little
grandchild.

6. "Have you done a single thing that is of any use this morning,
Rose?" Rose hung her head for a moment. Then she lifted her face
brightly, and said, "Only one little thing, grandpa."

7. "What was it, dear?"

"I am not quite sure that it was a real good thing," Rose went on, "but
I found a poor little butterfly that had fallen into a pool in the
garden, where the rain had come.

8. "Its wings were wet, and it could not fly up. So I took it up and
put it in the sun on the wall, and soon it was well."

9. Mrs. Sutton looked at Rose in a loving way. "I am quite sure that it
was a 'real good thing' if you are not," said the old lady. "And so
that was partly why you were late?"

10. "Yes, granny."

"Well, the little butterfly is all the better, though you were the
worse for having cold toast. But that is not much to bear for the sake
of saving a little life, is it?"

11. And all this time I had been feasting on the sweet white lumps of
sugar. No one took any notice of me, and so I went on, till one lump
began to grow quite small.

12. "Look, here is a little house-fly!" said Rose. "He is standing
quite still on a lump of sugar. What is he doing, granny?"

"He is eating it, dear."

"Can he bite it up?"

13. "Bite it up! No," said Mr. Sutton, putting down his paper and
coming up to us. "The fly has no teeth, he has a trunk. He sends down
some juice through his trunk on to the sugar.

14 "This juice melts it, and then