They hoped that Buster Bumblebee heard what they said. Anyhow, he flew off in his blundering, clumsy way without speaking to them again.
"Who is this Mrs. Ladybug, to pick flaws in the beautiful Betsy Butterfly?" he asked himself savagely. "Who is she to find fault with Betsy's lovely wings? If Mrs. Ladybug herself had wings, I shouldn't think her chatter so strange. But a person with no wings has no business expressing his views of somebody else's."
Buster Bumblebee was so out of patience with Mrs. Ladybug that he lost his taste for clover heads for the rest of the afternoon. And that was a most unusual thing with him. However, he could think of nothing but Mrs. Ladybug and her unkind speeches. And at last, meeting Betsy Butterfly herself along towards sunset, he stopped to tell how well she was looking and how charming her colors were.
Betsy Butterfly was not vain. She laughed gayly and said, "You're very kind to say those agreeable things."
"I can't help it," he replied heartily.
"Everybody's not like you," Betsy Butterfly told him.
"Then you've been hearing about Mrs. Ladybug!" he cried. "Somebody has been tattling."
"It doesn't matter," Betsy Butterfly assured him. "Perhaps it's good for me to know that everyone doesn't admire me."
Buster Bumblebee didn't agree with her.
"I'll have to speak to Mrs. Ladybug," he declared.