But who is this darting over the pond?
Ah, we know you.
You are our queer little, dear little old dragon fly.
Look, children; see the dragon flies darting about like flashes of light in every direction.
They are having such a good time.
Whizz! One flashed right past Mollie's ear.
Pretty people, I wish one of you would come and sit by us a little while, so we could get a good look at you.
What is that, Ned? You have found a large one lying on the ground?
Sure enough; it is a beauty too, with a green body and silver wings.