14/32 Oh, what a beautiful butterfly!--there, on that trumpet flower! I think it is a Tawny Emperor." "I see," said the young man. "Excuse me a moment while I frighten him away." He gravely shook the trumpet vine, and the light splendour spread its wings and sailed to a securer realm. "Now that the Emperor is gone perhaps you will pay attention. Am _I_ merely an agreeable acquaintance ?" "Oh--agreeable!" murmured Miss Dandridge. |