"To be sure," she answered, much amused to hear the butterfly speak.
"Then can you tell me if your mother expects to churn to-day," said the pretty creature, slowly folding and unfolding its dainty wings.
"Why do you want to know?"
"If she churns to-day, I'll fly over to the house and try to steal some butter. But if your mother isn't going to churn, I'll fly down into the gulch and rob a bees' nest I know of."
"Why do you rob and steal?" inquired Twinkle.
"It's the only way I can get my living," said the butterfly. "Nobody ever gives me anything, and so I have to take what I want."
"Do you like butter?"
"Of course I do! That's why we are called butterflies, you know. I prefer butter to anything else, and I have heard that in some countries the children always leave a little dish of butter on the window-sill, so that we may help ourselves whenever we are hungry. I wish I had been born in such a country."
THE LITTLE LEARNING