Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 136
terfly fluttering aboutit. The Professor sprang forward, eager to secureit, and then stopped short with a sudden cry. Cradled on the sodden thatch, with a smile onher face, was the body of a little Indian girl, with apierced ten-dollar gold piece hung about her neck. And the butterfly,… … Look at the butterflies ! Purposeless things.—How idly they float on their gossamer wings !Over the poppies and over the grass,Light as the down of a thistle they pass. Where are they going, and why are they hereIn the heat of the day and the noon of the year ?They flutter awhile in the brightness,…
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