The Tale of Betsy Butterfly

Tale of Betsy Butterfly, by
Arthur Scott Bailey

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Author: Arthur Scott Bailey
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[Illustration: Betsy Held the Skipper by His Coat-tails. Frontispiece
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TUCK-ME-IN TALES (Trademark Registered)

THE TALE OF BETSY BUTTERFLY
BY ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
[Illustration]
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
Copyright, 1918, by GROSSET & DUNLAP

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. BEAUTY AND THE BLOSSOMS 1 II. JOHNNIE GREEN'S NET 6
III. A MISHAP 11 IV. BUSYBODIES 17 V. NO JOKER 22 VI. MRS.
LADYBUG'S ADVICE 27 VII. BUTTERFLY BILL 32 VIII. DO
YOU LIKE BUTTER? 37 IX. UNEXPECTED NEWS 42 X. THE
NIGHT WATCH 47 XI. A SLY ONE 52 XII. A TERRIBLE
BLUNDER 57 XIII. THE FRIENDLY STRANGER 63 XIV. A DEEP
PLOT 68 XV. JOSEPH BUMBLE'S COMPLAINT 73 XVI.
NOTHING BUT A FRAUD 78 XVII. DUSTY'S DIFFICULTY 83
XVIII. SOLOMON OWL'S IDEA 88 XIX. A BIT OF LUCK 93 XX.
SOMETHING SEEMS WRONG 98 XXI. A STRANGE CHANGE
103 XXII. THE SKIPPER 110

THE TALE OF BETSY BUTTERFLY
I
BEAUTY AND THE BLOSSOMS
EVERY one of the field people in Pleasant Valley, and the forest folk
as well, was different from his neighbors. For instance, there was

Jasper Jay. He was the noisiest chap for miles around. And there was
Peter Mink. Without doubt he was the rudest and most rascally fellow
in the whole district. Then there was Freddie Firefly, who was the
brightest youngster on the farm--at least after dark, when his light
flashed across the meadow.
So it went. One person was wiser than any of his neighbors; another
was stupider; and somebody else was always hungrier. But there was
one who was the loveliest. Not only was she beautiful to look upon.
She was graceful in flight as well. When one saw her flittering among
the flowers it was hard to say which was the daintier--the blossoms or
Betsy Butterfly.
For that was her name. Whoever gave it to her might have chosen a
prettier one. Betsy herself always said that she would have preferred
Violet. In the first place, it was the name of a flower. And in the second,
her red-and-brown mottled wings had violet tips.
However, a person as charming as Betsy Butterfly did not need worry
about her name. Had she been named after a dozen flowers she could
have been no more attractive.
People often said that everybody was happier and better just for having
Betsy Butterfly in the neighborhood. And some claimed that even the
weather couldn't help being fine when Betsy went abroad.
"Why, the sun just has to smile on her!" they would exclaim.
But they were really wrong about that. The truth of the matter was that
Betsy Butterfly couldn't abide bad weather--not even a cloudy sky. She
said she didn't enjoy flying except in the sunshine. So no one ever saw
her except on pleasant days.
To be sure, a few of the field people turned up their noses at Betsy.
They were the jealous ones. And they generally pretended that they did
not consider Betsy beautiful at all.
"She has too much color," Mehitable Moth remarked one day to Mrs.

Ladybug. "Between you and me, I've an idea that it isn't natural. I think
she paints her wings!"
"I don't doubt it," said Mrs. Ladybug. "I should think she'd be ashamed
of herself." And little Mrs. Ladybug pursed up her lips and looked very
severe. And then she declared that she didn't see how people could say
Betsy was even good-looking, if they had ever noticed her tongue.
"Honestly, her tongue's as long as she is!" Mrs. Ladybug gossiped. "But
she knows enough to carry it curled up like a watch-spring, so it isn't
generally seen.... You just gaze at her closely, some day when she's
sipping nectar from a flower, and you'll see that I know what I'm
talking about."
Now, some of those spiteful remarks may have reached Betsy
Butterfly's ears. But she never paid the slightest attention to them.
When she met Mehitable Moth or Mrs. Ladybug she always said, "How
do you do?" and "Isn't this a lovely day?" in the sweetest tone you could
imagine.