66 "You may love me now," said the butter fly, "but when you said I was a poor fellow, I was not so beautiful." "How can this be?" said the bird. "I will tell you. I took a long nap. I was asleep when the days were cold. One bright day in the spring, I woke. I found I could fly. I did not have on my old coat. I had on this new, beautiful coat. Will you come to the flower-garden with me? I will be your friend. But you must be kind to every one you see. Do not do by them as you did by me." |