                    The Butterfly
    "Oh, indeed; and you will be like her some day," said he; and he flew away directly, for he felt quite shocked.
ĦĦĦĦA honeysuckle hung forth from the hedge, in full bloom; but there were so many girls like her, with long faces and sallow complexions. No? he did not like her. But which one did he like?
ĦĦĦĦSpring went by, and summer drew towards its close; autumn came; but he had not decided. The flowers now appeared in their most gorgeous robes, but all in vain; they had not the fresh, the fragrant air of youth. For the heart asks for fragrance, even when it is no longer young; and there is very little of that to be found in the dahlias or the dry chrysanthemums; therefore the butterfly turned to the mint on the ground. You know, this plant has no blossom; but it is sweetness all over, full of fragrance from head to foot, with the scent of a flower in every leaf.
