Short Stories

Good Stories for Great Holidays

Frances Jenkins Olcott

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THE THREE LITTLE BUTTERFLY
BROTHERS

(FROM THE GERMAN)[2]

[2] From Deutsches Drittes Lesebuch, by W. H. Weick and C.
Grebner.  Copyright, 1886, by Van Antwerp, Bragg & Co.  American
Book Company, publishers.


There were once three little butterfly brothers,
one white, one red, and one yellow.  They played
in the sunshine, and danced among the flowers
in the garden, and they never grew tired because
they were so happy.

One day there came a heavy rain, and it wet
their wings.  They flew away home, but when
they got there they found the door locked and the
key gone.  So they had to stay out of doors in the
rain, and they grew wetter and wetter.

By and by they flew to the red and yellow
striped tulip, and said:  ``Friend Tulip, will you
open your flower-cup and let us in till the storm
is over?''

The tulip answered:  ``The red and yellow
butterflies may enter, because they are like me, but
the white one may not come in.''

But the red and yellow butterflies said:  ``If our
white brother may not find shelter in your flowercup,
why, then, we'll stay outside in the rain with
him.''

It rained harder and harder, and the poor little
butterflies grew wetter and wetter, so they flew
to the white lily and said:  ``Good Lily, will you
open your bud a little so we may creep in out of
the rain?''

The lily answered:  ``The white butterfly may
come in, because he is like me, but the red and
yellow ones must stay outside in the storm.''

Then the little white butterfly said:  ``If you
won't receive my red and yellow brothers, why,
then, I'll stay out in the rain with them.  We
would rather be wet than be parted.''

So the three little butterfiies flew away.

But the sun, who was behind a cloud, heard it
all, and he knew what good little brothers the
butterflies were, and how they had held together
in spite of the wet.  So he pushed his face through
the clouds, and chased away the rain, and shone
brightly on the garden.

He dried the wings of the three little
butterflies, and warmed their bodies.  They ceased to
sorrow, and danced among the flowers till evening,
then they flew away home, and found the
door wide open.
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