t of doors on to the cool grass and get well again.

10. "I dare say that, though he is not quite so pretty as a butterfly,
he likes to be alive." So Rose took me up between her finger and thumb
as gently as she could, but oh, what great big hands they seemed to me!

11. And my poor sides were pinched black and blue. That is the reason
why I cannot bear one of the great hands which belong to men and women
to catch hold of me.

12. You see we tiny flies are made so lightly, and we are so small. A
mere touch will crush our dainty wings, or break our slender legs, or
hurt our eyes.

13. How thankful I am that we have eyes that can see behind and all
round us as well as in front!

14. We are able to get away, thanks to these eyes, when we see a great
hand coming to catch us. Even a baby's hand seems like that of a giant
to us.

[Illustration: ROSE DID HER BEST FOR ME.]

15. But dear Rose did her best for me, and put me in a spoon to carry.
At the same time I did wish that the sugar had not been quite so nice,
and that I had not taken so much of it.

16. The fresh air of the garden, the sunshine, and the flowers did me a
great deal of good, after being shut up in the tea-caddy. At night I
slept in a lily bell.

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_Write:_ The fly was shut into a tea-caddy by mistake. He ate so much
sugar that he could hardly fly. Rose put him out of doors to get well.

Questions: 1. What did Rose do after breakfast? 2. What did
the fly do inside the tea-caddy? 3. What did Rose say when
she opened it again? 4. What did her grandmother say? 5.
What did Rose do for the fly? 6. Why does not the fly like
to be touched?

3. I FALL INTO THE CREAM.

1. The next morning I flew in at the window. Rose had soon done her
breakfast, and she locked up the caddy again, with me outside this
time.

2. Though I did not fancy any sweets on that morning, I saw something
in a small jug on the table which I thought looked even nicer. It was
yellow and rather thick.

3. I went down to see what sort of stuff it was. It could not hurt me,
at any rate, to dip one of my feet in, or the tip of my trunk, and see
whether cream was better and more wholesome than sugar.

[Illustration: SOMETHING IN A SMALL JUG.]

4. I slid with care down the sides of the jug, holding firmly on with
the little soles of my feet, which, I am thankful to say, have suckers
on them which make it easy for me