Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
…the butterfly turned to the mint on the ground. You know, this plant has no blossom; but it is sweetness all over, —full of fragrance from head to foot, with the scent of a flower in every leaf.
“I will take her,” said the butterfly; and he made her an offer. But the mint stood silent and stiff, as she listened to him. At last she…
“Now I too am sitting on a stalk, just as the flowers do!” said the butterfly. “But it is not very pleasant. Indeed, it is like being married – one it stuck!” And then he consoled himself with that.
“That is poor consolation,” said the potted plants in the…”
It was not good flying outside in summer clothes – you’d be in for an unpleasant surprise, as they say. But the butterfly did not fly outside, either. By chance he had come indoors, where there was a fire in the stove. Indeed, it was as warm as summer. He could live.
“But living isn’t enough!” he said…
The French call this flower “Marguerite,” and they say that the little daisy can prophesy. Lovers pluck off the petals, and as they pluck each petal, they ask, “Does he or she love me, or does she not? — Ardently? Distractedly? Very much? A little? Not at all?” and so on. Every one speaks these words in his own…
