Chapter 13
The ButterflyTHERE was once a butterfly who wished for a bride, and, as
may be supposed, he wanted to choose a very pretty one from among
the flowers. He glanced, with a very critical eye, at all the
flower-beds, and found that the flowers were seated quietly and
demurely on their stalks, just as maidens should sit before they
are engaged; but there was a great number of them, and it appeared
as if his search would become very wearisome. The butterfly did not
like to take too much trouble, so he flew off on a visit to the
daisies. The French call this flower "Marguerite," and they say
that the little daisy can prophesy. Lovers pluck off the leaves,
and as they pluck each leaf, they ask a question about their
lovers; thus: "Does he or she love me?—Ardently? Distracted
