"Now, see here!" Freddie Firefly said. "It's plain enough that Betsy doesn't care to meet you. But I have a plan that ought to suit you well enough. If you could look at her picture once you'd be satisfied, wouldn't you?"
"I would—" replied Dusty Moth—"if I got my appetite back afterward."
"Well, will you promise to stop pestering me about Betsy Butterfly if I let you see this picture of her?"
"Yes! yes!" Dusty promised impatiently. "Where is it? Quick! Let me see it!"
[p. 96]"Oh! You'll have to wait till to-morrow night," Freddie explained.
"I shall not be able to eat a single mouthful till then!" Dusty Moth groaned.
"Well—you can suit yourself about that," Freddie told him impatiently. "And please don't speak to me again to-night! I've been troubled enough on your account without being bothered by you any more."
"One moment!" cried Dusty, as Freddie Firefly started to leave him.
"Well—what do you want now?" Freddie growled, flashing his light impatiently in Dusty Moth's eyes.
"Are you sure she will let you take the picture?" Dusty asked him.