Butterfly.—Now do you believe you are a fly?
Jimmy.—Yes, butterfly: I am a fly, and I am a Jimmy; I am a Jimmy-fly.
Butterfly.—Oh, oh, oh! Help, he comes!
Jimmy.—Who comes?
Butterfly.—The giant. Ask him not to do it, dear, good fly! See, see the sharp rod! I tremble, I quiver!
Jimmy.—What will he do with it, butterfly?
Butterfly.—He will run it through my body. Oh, dear! oh, dear!
Jimmy.—Why don’t you fly away?
Butterfly.—The window is shut. Do, do speak to him!
Jimmy.—A fly cannot talk to a giant.