1. "What shall I look at next?" said Rose, who had a glass thing in her
hand, next day. "Oh, this fly!"
2. The lunch was on the table, and I was just making a hearty meal on a
pat of butter. I knew that Rose would not hurt me. So I stood quite
still.
3. "How very strange!" said the little girl. "He looks as big as a
horse. His wings are like shining lace, and he has hairy brushes on his
feet.
4. "Now he is cleaning his head with one of them. I am glad that flies
are not really so big as he seems now.
5. "What a buzzing we should have, and what should we do when such huge
things flew about the room or walked on the ceiling!
6. "There would be no room for us to move, and the house would be too
small. Fancy having such a creature as this fly looks now jumping and
prancing over one's bread and jam!"
7. I was not pleased with this speech; I knew that my colour was rather
dingy, but I had always thought my shape to be light and graceful, and
this Rose had taken no notice of.
8. Neither had she so much as looked at my trunk, of which I am truly
proud. So I flew away in a pet from under the glass, and settled on the
loaf in the middle of the table, out of her reach.
9. "But for you, dear grand-father, I should never have thought such
tiny creatures worth taking any notice of. Why, they are made just as
well as big ones, or better."
[Illustration: WHAT SHALL I LOOK AT NEXT?]
10. "Not better, dear, but quite as well. They are all the work of
God's hand, and so all must be alike good. Do you know that you owe the
pretty crimson sash that you have on to a very little creature?"