HOW PAULINA WON BACK PETER.
A FAIRY STORY.
Bravo! bravo! bravo!"
It was a tiny voice that spoke, sweet and clear as a nightingale's; but it was not a nightingale. It was a large brown and scarlet butterfly, with a dash of purple in its wings.
The mannikins paused in their gambols, and one made a bow, whilst another skipped up the scarlet runner that had suddenly shot up out of the ground, and twined in and out in fantastic knots, and brought himself to a level with the butterfly.
"If you had but wings!" added the butterfly.
peter was sitting up in bed
"Wings, ah yes! how we should like them!
Then we'd fly so high, so high,
Turning somersaults, and fluttering
Like——a graceful butterfly."