The turquoise butterfly was gone.
"Oh--h!" cried the Babe, almost with a sob in his voice.

He loved the blue butterflies as he loved no others of their brilliant and perishing kindred.
"_Gee_!" exclaimed Uncle Andy.

"But he's a _whale_!" The Babe, in his surprise at this remarkable statement, forgot to mourn for the fate of the blue butterfly.
"Why, Uncle Andy," he protested.

"I didn't know whales could live here in this little lake." Uncle Andy made a despairing gesture.

"Oh," he murmured wearily, "a fellow has to be _so_ careful what he says to you! The next time I make a metaphorical remark in your presence, I'll draw a diagram to go with it!" The Babe looked puzzled.