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I think this is a very pretty picture. Here is little Mary in her garden, taking a walk among her flowers. The gay painted butterflies like to go there, because Mary has so many sweet flowers. They like to flutter from one to another; indeed, they need not go to any other, for here they are sure to find all they could wish. But then a butterfly is so idle and likes to roam, and flits away from Mary's garden out into the common and the fields, and here, there, and everywhere. The busy bees are more sensible: they keep to the roses and the honeysuckle; and as for the sweet-peas, there never were such sweet-peas as little Mary's.