"Well, the little butterfly is all the better, though you were the
worse for having cold toast. But that is not much to bear for the sake
of saving a little life, is it?"
11. And all this time I had been feasting on the sweet white lumps of
sugar. No one took any notice of me, and so I went on, till one lump
began to grow quite small.
12. "Look, here is a little house-fly!" said Rose. "He is standing
quite still on a lump of sugar. What is he doing, granny?"
"He is eating it, dear."
"Can he bite it up?"
13. "Bite it up! No," said Mr. Sutton, putting down his paper and
coming up to us. "The fly has no teeth, he has a trunk. He sends down
some juice through his trunk on to the sugar.