She went on working, spinning fine silk threads and weaving them carefully into a ball-shaped cradle.
Then she put her little white eggs in it, and picked it up and carried it about with her.
"Well, you are a silly!" cried the Butterfly. "Fancy carrying that weight about with you wherever you go. Why don't you do as I do?"
"What do you do?" asked Spinny Spider.
"I leave my eggs on a stalk or a leaf," said the Butterfly. "The sun hatches them, and I have no further trouble."
"And do you mean to say you do nothing more for them?"
"Nothing at all."
"Don't you even go to see how they are? Why, something might eat them!"
"I lay them as far out of sight as I can," said the Butterfly. "That is all I can do."
"That way would never suit me," said Spinny Spider. "You call me cruel, but I say you are heartless."