Boy greatly smitten with the pretty hues of a butterfly pursued it from one flower to another to catch it. First, his aim was to surprise it among leaves of a rose. Then, he tried to catch it with his hat as it fed upon a daisy. Now, he hoped to get it on a sprig of mertle; Next, he felt certain of his prize when he saw it in a bed of violets. But the fickle fly flew from one blossom to another and eluded his attempts.
Just then he saw it buried in the cup of a tulip and made a lunge for it. He snatched it up with such violence that he crushed it in his hands. "How lovely while I was chasing it," he murmured, "but how easily it perished in my grasp."