Fani had drawn her a picture of it, and she must see it.
It was Fani's favorite spot, and he was ready enough to show it to her; so the two ran off together.
Fred did not know which way to turn.

He was fairly bewildered by all the living wonders that surrounded him; the glancing, gleaming, humming world of the rose-garden.

Here a golden beetle crept across the lawn; there the air seemed full of gayly colored butterflies.

On the edge of the fountain sat a golden-green lizard in the sun.

Over on the hedge a great variety of wonderful insects swarmed on every leaf and twig! What a harvest he could gather! He ran about in every direction; he was beside himself with delight; discovering every moment something new and unexpected.