"Mother won't churn until Saturday," said Twinkle. "I know, 'cause I've got to help her, and I just hate butter-making!"
"Then I won't go to the farm to-day," replied the butterfly. "Good-bye, little girl. If you think of it, leave a dish of butter around where I can get at it."
"All right," said Twinkle, and the butterfly waved its wings and fluttered through the air into the gulch below.
Then the girl started up the hill and the Stone rolled slowly beside her, groaning and grumbling because the ground was so rough.
Presently she noticed running across the path a tiny Book, not much bigger than a postage- stamp. It had two slender legs, like those of a bumble-bee, and upon these it ran so fast that all the leaves fluttered wildly, the covers being half open.
"What's that?" asked Twinkle, looking after the book in surprise.
"That is a little Learning," answered the Stone. "Look out for it, for they say it's a dangerous thing."
"It's gone already," said Twinkle.
"Let it go. Nobody wants it, that I know of. Just help me over this bump, will you?"
So she rolled the Stone over the little hillock, and just as she did so her attention was attracted by a curious noise that sounded like "Pop! pop! pop!"