fittedintothelandscape，thebutterflieswouldthinkmeaflowertoo，andalightonmyhair，dress，andmyhands，even。
Godnevermadeanythingmorebeautifulthanthosebutterflies，withtheirwingsofbrightlypaintedvelvetdown，theirbrighteyes，theircuriousantennae，andtheirqueer，ticklyfeet。
Laddiehadpromisedmeabooktellingallabouteverykindtherewas，thefirsttimehewenttoacity，soIwaswishingIhadit，andwasamongmypetbeautieswithit，whenIdiscoveredhimbendingoverme。
Hetookmyarm，andmarchingbacktohisplace，helpedmetothedeepwindowseatbesidehim，wherewithmyheadonalevel，andwithinafootofhis，Icouldseeeverythinginthewholeroom。
Idon’tknowwhyIeverspentanytimepiningforthebeautiesofGeorgianaJaneTitcomb’sgrave，evenwithitshandsomeheadstoneonwhichwascarvedalambstandingonthreefeetandholdingabanneroveritsshoulderwiththefourth，andthegeraniums，roses，andtheweepingwillowthatgrewoverit，thrownin。I