I have never caught one before." Cautiously approaching the butterfly, who was sunning himself on the top of a thistle, Frank prepared to strike, when it suddenly mounted and flitted over a hedge.

In a moment the boys had scrambled through the gap and were in full pursuit.

The butterfly flitted here and there, sometimes allowing the boys to approach within a few feet and then flitting away again for fifty yards without stopping.

Heedless where they were going, the boys pursued, till they were startled by a sudden shout close to them.
"You young rascals, how dare you run over my wheat ?" The boys stopped, and Frank saw what, in his excitement, he had not hitherto heeded, that he was now running in a field of wheat, which reached to his knee.
"I am very sorry, sir," he said.

"I was so excited than I really did not see where I was going." "Not see!" shouted the angry farmer.