he sucks it up again."

"How clever!" said Rose. "I wish he would let me touch him." And she
put out one finger very softly towards me.

15. Now though I am a brave fly now, I could not bear at that time to
see the hand of any person come near me. Though I would perch on the
top of it, I did not like to be touched by it.

16. So I flew up in a great hurry, and pitched on some dark stuff which
smelt like new hay, and which stood on the side table in a box. Rose
did not see where I went. "Oh, how fast he went off!" she said.

* * * * *

_Write:_ Rose saved the life of a butterfly. She found it in a little
pool. She set it in the sun to dry its wings. It was a useful thing to
do.

Questions: 1. What had Rose found in the garden? 2. What did
she do for the little butterfly? 3. How did the fly eat
sugar without any teeth? 4. What did Rose wish to do? 5.
What did the fly think about being touched? 6. What did he
do when he saw the hand of Rose near him?

2. IN THE TEA-CADDY.

1. "Now, granny," said Rose, when the breakfast was done, "I will not
forget, to-day at least, to lock up the tea-caddy."

2. So she took up the sugar-basin, fitted it into a little place made
for it inside the box where I sat, and, before I had any idea of what
she was doing, she shut down the lid.

3. I was now, for the first time, left in the dark. And I began to
think what a pleasant thing the sunshine was, and to wonder when I
should be let out again.

4. But I must say that I found the sugar a great comfort. I went on
eating it as long as I could. If I was to be locked up at all, I could
not have been locked into a better place.

5. The sugar-basin was full and there were enough lumps in it to last a
fly of my size all his life. But of course one might get tired of it,
in time.

6. But I was not tired yet. So I ate and ate, until I began to feel my
legs ache and my wings very heavy. Just then I heard a loud noise, and
a light broke into my prison.

7. It was Rose turning the key in the lock and lifting the lid of the
tea-caddy. "Oh, granny!" cried she, "here is a poor fly that can hardly
move."

8. "I am afraid, dear, that the poor fly must thank himself for that,"
said Mrs. Sutton, looking closely at me. "He has been a little glutton,
I fear, and has eaten so much sugar that he can hardly move."

9. "Poor little fellow," said Rose, "I will not hurt him. He shall go
ou