"When she saw Tinyboy she hid her face shyly in her curls"
The Butterfly stopped next at a bluebell's door. He had no need to call out there, for a little lady dressed all in blue sat on the doorstep.
"Good day, Red Butterfly," she called as they came near. "Who is this on your back?"
"This is Tinyboy," said the Butterfly. "He is looking for a playmate. Will you come?"
The blue lady looked at Tinyboy and shook her head. "I don't like red," she said, pointing to Tinyboy's red clothes. "I like boys in blue suits."
"That's right," called a merry voice from the next bluebell. Tinyboy looked and saw a little fellow in a bright blue suit laughing up at him. "The blue lady is my playmate," he said, "and you are not to take her away."
So Tinyboy and the Butterfly went on. By and by they came to a big red poppy with a black velvet floor. "Why, that is just like my house," Tinyboy said when he saw it. "Is it my house?"
"No," said the Butterfly. "Your house is at the other side of the garden. Tinygirl lives here."