When you see
The Sunset Land.”
But it was some time before she could wake up at all, and then she saw that the little boy had gone, and she was lying with the fan in her hand.
“I don’t remember having this with me,” she said; “but I suppose I must have taken it, or it wouldn’t be here. I wonder where Sunny has gone; it is too bad I couldn’t get to the Sunset Land after all. That must have been he singing to me. But how this fan came here is a mystery to me. There is another face, of course. I knew it. I wonder how this is going to turn out? It looks like a girl, but I’m not so sure that it is. It has a ruffle around its neck—no it isn’t a ruffle. I believe it has wings.”
The wings fluttered, and something flew out.
“Why, you’re a butterfly,” said Tina.
“I know it,” said the creature. “You might as well say to a horse, you’re a horse. Everybody knows I am a butterfly. I don’t see anything so very peculiar in my being a butterfly.”
“Well, you needn’t be so snappish,” said Tina. “I didn’t suppose you were going to take my head off. I’m sorry I spoke.”
“Oh, well, come along,” said the butterfly; and Tina was amazed at finding herself flying through the air after the butterfly.
“I should like to know what I am,” she thought; “but I don’t dare ask any questions—the butterfly has such an unpleasant manner.”