1. Rose had to go away, to finish her lessons, and Thomas also went out
of the room to get a cloth to wipe up the spilt cream.
2. I was in danger of being swept away by this, but, just as Rose was
going out at the door, she saw me still in the midst of the cream.
3. In an instant I found myself nearly drowned again in a spoonful of
it, and the next moment I was again placed on the grass of the lawn.
4. Rose had scooped me up in the spoon and carried me there. I really
think that she had a liking for me. How thankful I felt to be in the
grass!
5. I hid myself under a daisy flower and took a good rest, for I felt
very tired after my struggles. A good shower of rain came on, and I
was quite glad to hear it patter on the leaves.
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6. For I still felt a trifle sticky, and was glad to get my legs moist,
so that I might wash myself all the better. At this time the sun was so
warm, that I lived out of doors for some days.
7. I think that three days passed before I sat again on the white cap
of Mrs. Sutton. But one morning, when she sat at the open window, I
thought I should like to pay my old friend a visit.
8. It was breakfast time again. Mr. Sutton was reading the paper
through his new glasses, and Rose was busy eating her breakfast.
9. As I had had nothing but a few tastes of dew, and such small meals
as were to be had from the flowers, for three days, I was rather
hungry.
10. I thought that Rose would spare me a bit of what was on her plate.
But, as I was on the way to it, I had to pass a pot of something which
had a better smell than what she was then eating.
11. It was honey. It made me forget all about Rose, and her bread and
butter. I pitched on the honey-pot, and began to feast as hard as I
could.
12. But before I had eaten much, I saw Rose take some and spread it on
a piece of bread. At the same moment Mrs. Sutton rose and put the honey
into a cupboard.
13. "The flies will get at this, if it is left without a cover," she
said. "I cannot think why Thomas has brought it in to table without
one."
14. Now I thought this a most unkind speech. They were all eating
twenty times as much as I could do in a week at each mouthful. Yet the
honey was put into a dark cupboard out of my reach!
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_Write:_ The fly was glad to clean his wings and legs. He came back to
the room and sat on the cap of the old lady. He was pleased to get some
honey.
Questions: 1. What did Rose do for the fly in the cream? 2.
What did the fly do in the garden? 3. What did the fly find
on the breakfast-table? 4. Where did he pitch next? 5. What
did the old lady do with the honey-pot? 6. What did the fly
think of what she said?