‘What has become of the butterfly all this time?’ cries Bertie. Who
would have thought it? he is quietly settled not two yards from the spot
where his enemies fell; so quiet that one would have thought him asleep
or dreaming on the tuft of beautiful blue-bells, where Bertie has just
found him.
He turns his back scornfully on the hunters; just as if he had seen or
heard nothing, and as if all that has happened did not concern him in
the least.
Bertie hopes to have his revenge now. He pops his net down so neatly on
the careless butterfly, that this time Mr. Peacock is safely caught, for
there are no holes in Bertie’s net.
‘How he beats about!’ says Bertie.
‘Oh! he will spoil all his wings!’ says Minnie.
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[Illustration: Bertie holds net down while Minnie pulls something out of
a container in her hand. Mamma and the donkey stand on opposite sides in
the background.]