EventhenDaviddidnotthinkofthatemptywoodboxwaitingbehindthekitchenstove。Thistimeitwasabutterfly，abigblackbutterflybandedwithgold；anditdancedandflutteredallthroughthebackyardandoutintothegarden，Daviddelightedlyfollowingwithsoft-treadingsteps，andmovementsthatwouldnotstartle。Fromthegardentotheorchard，andfromtheorchardbacktothegardendancedthebutterfly——andDavid；andinthegarden，nearthehouse，DavidcameuponMrs。Holly’spansy-bed。
Eventhebutterflywasforgottenthen，fordowninthepathbythepansy-bedDaviddroppedtohiskneesinveritableworship。
\"Why，you’rejustlikelittlepeople，\"hecriedsoftly。\"You’vegotfaces；andsomeofyouarehappy，andsomeofyouaresad。
Andyou——youbigspottedyellowone——you’relaughingatme。Oh，I’mgoingtoplayyou——allofyou。You’llmakesuchaprettysong，you’resodifferentfromeachother！\"AndDavidleapedlightlytohisfeetandranaroundtothesideporchforhisviolin。
Fiveminuteslater，SimeonHolly，comingintothekitchen，heardthesoundofaviolinthroughtheopenwindow。Atthesamemomenthiseyesfellonthewoodbox，emptysaveforafewsmallsticksatthebottom。Withanangryfrownhestrodethroughtheouterdoorandaroundthecornerofthehousetothegarden。AtoncethenhecameuponDavid，sittingTurk-fashioninthemiddleofthepathbeforethepansy-bed，hisviolinathischin，andhiswholefaceaglow。