“Blue, blue, come up!” he said, and all the blue powder flew up onto the brush. With this he painted a round blue eye on each wing.
“Brown, brown, come up!” he said, and the brown powder flew up on to the brush. With this he painted brown streaks like hair on each wing.
The butterfly rose and flew around the room, and then settled down on Nibby’s shoulder.
“That’s done,” said the Painter, “now we’d better go and see old Sappy the Owl about it.”
THE TWO GNOMES FOLLOWED HIM OUT OF THE DOOR
He got up, and the two gnomes followed him out of the door, the butterfly coming along on Nibby’s shoulder.
They came, after a while, to a great hollow oak tree in the woods, and the Painter stuck his head into a hole at the bottom of the tree and shouted up inside: “Sappy! Come down!” Then he stood up, and in a moment a large gray owl was standing in the opening at the bottom of the tree.
“Here’s a butterfly with a pink sash,” said the Painter.