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26 Chit-Chat by Puck.
delight in its innocent and loving talk as before ; all
its own thoughts flew back to the garden and the
crimson rose.
The sun rose to his noontide glory, and shone
lovingly on the flowers in the garden. All the
butterflies hovered about, but one even above all the
others ; the new arrival threw into the shade all the
rest, for it was so grand and wondrously beautiful, its
wings shone with golden gems, and its eyes sparkled
as though they were two fiery carbuncles.
When the gilded butterfly flew past the flowers
in the garden, all threw wistful, tender glances at
it, for it was far more beautiful than any other—
the most perfect they had ever seen; but it flew
haughtily past them, straight on to the crimson
blushing rose, who was looking for it, smiling a
welcome with its swelling coral lips.
Entranced by the sparkling eyes and dazzling
raiment before it, the rose quite forgot to vest itself
with the armour of innocence, and in an unguarded
moment the golden butterfly flew straight to the open
embrace of the rose, and sucked the honey from her
lips.
A consuming fire coursed through the fibres of
the rose, and it withered leaf by leaf; and not till
the last leaf was blasted did the golden butterfly
soar away; but lo! it was no longer gorgeous and
bright, but black as night.
Trembling with fear, all the other flowers closed
their petals, and when they looked up again, the
black butterfly had happily disappeared; but the
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