Mr. Gringle led the way down the hill by a little path so overgrown that it was hardly possible to seeit. Halfway1 down the little company heard a squealing2 noise - and then an excited little voice.
'Toby, Toby! I'm here! Can I come with you?'
'It's Benny - and the pigling!' said Anne, amused at the little couple making their way excitedlytowards them. Timmy ran to Curly and sniffed3 him all over, still not quite sure that he wasn't somekind of strange Puppy.
'What are you doing up here?' said Toby sternly. 'You know you're not supposed to wander too 22far from the farm. You'll get lost one of these days, Benny.'
'Curly runned away,' said Benny, looking up at his big brother with wide brown eyes.
'You mean you wanted to find out where I'd gone so you came after me with Curly,' said Toby.
'Curly runned away, he runned fast!' said Benny, looking as if he was going to cry.
'You're a scoundrel, Benny,' said Toby. 'You make that pigling of yours an excuse for getting aboutall over the place. You wait till Dad hears it - you'll get such a spanking4. Well - tail on to us now -we're going to the Butterfly Farm. And if Curly runs away, let him! I'm tired of that pig.'
'I'll carry him,' said Benny, and picked up the little creature in his arms. But he soon had to put himdown, for Curly squealed5 so loudly that Timmy and Binky both leapt round him in great concern.
'Hm - well - shall we proceed?' asked Mr. Gringle, walking on in front. 'Quite a party we have today.'
'Are your butterflies afraid of pigs or dogs?' asked Benny, trotting6 beside him. 'Shall we leave themoutside?'
'Don't ask idiotic7 questions, Benny,' said Toby. Then he gave a cry and caught Mr. Gringle's arm.
'I say sir - look at that butterfly. Don't you want to catch it? Is it rare?'
'No,' said Mr. Gringle rather coldly. 'It's a meadow-brown - very common indeed. Don't they teachyou anything at school? Fancy not knowing that!'
'Julian, do we have any butterfly lessons?' asked Toby with a grin. 'I say, Mr. Gringle, what about youcoming and teaching us about Cabbage Butterflies and Cauliflower Moths9, and Red Admirals andBlue Captains and Peacock Butterflies and Ostrich10 Moths and...'
'Don't be an ass11, Toby,' said Julian, seeing that Mr. Gringle had no sense of humour at all, and did notthink this in the least funny. 'Mr. Gringle, are there many rare butterflies about here?'
'Oh, yes, yes,' said the Butterfly Man. 'But not only that - there are so many of all kinds here, and it iseasy to catch as many as I want for breeding purposes. One butterfly means hundreds of eggs, youknow - and we hatch them out and sell them.'
He suddenly made a dart12 to one side, almost knocking George over. 'Sorry, boy!' he said, making theothers smile, 'sorry! There's a Brown Argus there - a lovely specimen13, first I've seen this year! Standclear, will you.'
The children - and the dogs, too - stood still as he tiptoed towards a small dark brown butterfly 23spreading its tiny wings as it sat on a flowering plant. With a swift downwards14 swoop15 the net closedover the plant, and in a trice the Butterfly Man had caught the fluttering insect. He pinched the netinwards, and showed the children the tiny creature.
'There you are - a female Brown Argus, one of the family of the Blue Butterflies you see so often infull summer. She'll lay me plenty of eggs and they'll all hatch into fat little slug-like caterpillars16,and...'
'But this isn't a blue butterfly,' said Anne, looking through the fine net. 'It's dark brown, with a row ofpretty orange spots along the margins17 of its wings.'
'All the same, it belongs to the Blue Butterfly family,' said Mr. Gringle, taking it out with the gentlestof fingers and putting it into a tin case slung18 round his shoulders. 'It's probably come up from one ofthose hay meadows down in the valley there. In you go, my little beauty!'
'Mr. Gringle, quick - here's a most lovely butterfly!' called George. 'It's got greeny-black front wingswith red spots, and lovely red back wings with dark green borders. Oh, quick - I'm sure you want thisone!'
'That's not a butterfly,' said Dick, who knew a good deal about them.
'I should think not!' said Mr. Gringle, getting his net poised19 ready to swoop. 'It's a moth8 - a lovelylittle thing!' Down went his net and the pretty little red and green insect fluttered in surprise inside it.
'But moths don't fly in the daytime,' argued George. 'Only at night.'
'Rubbish!' said Mr. Gringle, looking at the moth through the thick lens of his glasses. 'What are boyscoming to nowadays? In my boyhood nearly every boy knew that there are night-time and day-timeones as well!'
'But,' began George again, and stopped as Mr. Gringle gave her quite a glare.
'This is a Six-Spot Burnet Day-Flying Moth,' he said, speaking slowly as if he were addressing a verysmall child. 'It loves to fly in the hot sunshine. Please do not argue with me. I don't like ignorance ofthis sort.'
George looked rather mutinous20 and Dick nudged her. 'He's right, fat-head,' he said in a low voice.
'You don't know much about moths, so say nothing, George, or he won't let us go with him.'
'I'd like two or three more of these Six-Spots highly-coloured and unusually large. Perhaps you wouldsee if you can find any more, all of you.'
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Everybody began to look here and there, and to shake any little bush or clump21 of grass they passed.
Timmy and Binky were most interested in this and began a hunt on their own, sniffing22 and snufflingeverywhere, not quite sure what they were looking for, but enjoying it all the same.
Mr. Gringle took a long time to get to his Butterfly Farm, and the children began to wish they hadn'tasked to go. There was so much sidestepping to see this and that, so much examining when aspecimen was caught, so much 'talky-talk', as Dick whispered to Anne.
'Do you keep your butterflies and moths in those glass-houses?' asked Julian.
'Yes,' said Mr. Gringle. 'Come along - I'll show you what I and my friend Mr. Brent do. He's awaytoday, so you can't meet him.'
It was certainly a queer place. The cottage looked as if it were about to fall down at any moment.
Two of the windows were broken and some tiles had fallen off the roof. But the glass-houses were ingood repair, and the glass panes23 were perfectly24 clean. Evidently the Butterfly Men thought more oftheir butterflies and moths than they did of themselves.
'Do you live here all alone with Mr. Brent, your friend?' asked Dick curiously25, thinking that it mustbe a strange and lonely life.
'Oh, no. Old Mrs. Janes does for us,' said Mr. Gringle. 'And sometimes her son comes here to do anysmall repairs, and to clean all the glass of the butterfly houses. There's the old lady, look.
She can't bear insects of any sort, so she never comes into the glass houses.'
An old woman, looking exactly like a witch, peered out at them through a window in the cottage.
Anne was quite scared to see her. Toby grinned. 'She's quite harmless,' he said to Anne. 'Our cookknows her because she often comes to us for eggs and milk. She's got no teeth at all, so she muttersand mumbles26 and that makes her seem more like a witch than ever.'
'I don't much like the look of her,' said Anne, going thankfully into the first of the butterfly houses.
'Oh - what a lot of butterflies!'
There certainly were! Hundreds were flying about loose, and many others were in little compartmentseither by themselves or with another butterfly to match.
The children saw that many bushes and plants were growing in the glass-house, and on some of themwere placed long sleeves made of muslin, tied in at each end.
'What's in these long sleeves of fine muslin?' asked Dick. 'Oh - I see. They are full of caterpillars!
My word, how they are eating, too!'
'Yes. I told you we breed butterflies and moths,' said Mr. Gringle, and he opened the end of one 25of the muslin bags, so that the visitors could see the caterpillars better. 'These are the caterpillars ofone kind of butterfly; they feed on this particular plant.'
The children gazed at scores of green caterpillars, marked with red and yellow spots, all eatinggreedily on the leaves of the twig27 enclosed there. Mr. Gringle undid28 another of the muslin bags andshowed them some huge caterpillars, each of them green, with purple stripes on the side and acurious black horn on the tail end.
'Privet-Hawk29 Moth Caterpillars,' said Mr. Gringle, and Julian and Dick nodded. They knew these biggreen caterpillars quite well.
'Why is the moth called Privet-Hawk?' asked Anne. 'There are so many different Hawk-moths, Iknow. I've often wondered why they are all called Hawk.'
Mr. Gringle beamed at Anne, evidently thinking that this was a quite intelligent question,'Haven't you ever seen a Hawk Moth flying?' he said. 'No? Well, it flies very strongly indeed.
Oh, a most striking flight - like the flight of the bird called a hawk, you know.'
'You're not feeding the caterpillars on privet, though,' said George. 'But you said they were privet-hawks.'
'There isn't any privet growing near here,' said Mr. Gringle. 'So I give them elder - this is an elderbush which I planted in the glass-house. They like it just as much.'
The Butterfly Farm was certainly interesting, and the children wandered about the glass- housewatching caterpillars of all kinds, admiring the lovely specimens30 of butterflies, and marvelling31 at thecollection of curious- shaped chrysalides and cocoons32 that Mr. Gringle kept carefully in boxes,waiting for the perfect insect, moth or butterfly, to emerge.
'Like magic,' he said in an awed33 voice, his eyes shining behind his glasses. 'Sometimes, you know, Ifeel like a magician myself - and my butterfly net is a wand!'
The children felt rather uncomfortable as he said this, waving his butterfly net to and fro like a wand.
He really was rather a queer person.
'It's terribly hot in here,' said Julian suddenly. 'Let's get into the fresh air. I've had enough. Goodbye,Mr. Gringle, and thank you!'
Out they all went and drew in deep breaths of fresh air. And then they heard a croaking34 voice behindthem.
'Get out of here!' said the voice. 'Get out!'
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