"Do you like butter?" she asked.
"Why, no!" said Mrs. Ladybug. "I don't care anything about it. At least, I never ate any."
"Then I don't see how you know whether you like it or not," Betsy observed, "unless you've looked into a buttercup to find out."
Mrs. Ladybug was interested, in spite of herself.
"Can a person tell by doing that?" she wanted to know.
"It's a sure way," said Betsy Butterfly. "I was just looking into this buttercup that I'm sitting on when you flew up and spoke to me."
"Do you like butter?" Mrs. Ladybug inquired.
"I'm afraid not," Betsy told her.
[p. 40]"I'd like to try, myself," Mrs. Ladybug exclaimed eagerly. "But I don't know how."
"It's simple enough," Betsy Butterfly replied. "You just look into a buttercup blossom.