New days,
New ways
Pass by,
Love stays.
Henry van Dyke.
THE THREE LITTLE BUTTERFLIES
There were once three little butterflies, one was white, one was red, and one was yellow. They played in the sunshine and danced from one blossom to another. They never grew tired, for they loved to play among the flowers in the garden.
One day a heavy rain fell and the little butterflies became very wet. They soon hurried home but when they got to their house they found the door locked and they could not find the key. So they had to stay outdoors and they became wetter and wetter.
But by and by they flew to a yellow and red striped tulip and said:
"Dear Tulip, open your little flower cup so that we may slip in until the rain is over?"