<h2><SPAN name="II" id="II"></SPAN>II</h2>
<h3>JOHNNIE GREEN'S NET</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Johnnie Green</span> was never quite happy
unless he was collecting something. One
year he went about with a hammer, chipping
a piece off almost every rock in Pleasant
Valley. And of course he gathered
birds' eggs.</p>
<p>After he tired of that he began collecting
postage stamps. Next he turned his
attention to tobacco tags, even hailing travellers
who passed the house, to ask them
whether they hadn't a "hard one," meaning
by that a tag that was hard to get.</p>
<p>When he felt quite sure that he had a
sample of every kind of tobacco tag in the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_7" id="p_7"></SPAN></span>
whole world, Johnnie Green had to think
of something else to collect. And since it
was summer, and a good time to find them,
he decided to start a collection of butterflies.</p>
<p>News spreads fast among the field
people; and almost as soon as Johnnie
Green had made up his mind about his new
collection, the whole Butterfly family knew
of it.</p>
<p>Old Mr. Crow was the one that first
learned of Johnnie's plan. And he was not
pleased, either.</p>
<p>"Butterflies!" he scoffed. "I should
think Johnnie Green might better spend
his time doing something worth while.
Butterflies, indeed! Now, if he would only
collect Crows there'd be some sense in
that!"</p>
<p>But that was before old Mr. Crow and
his neighbors understood exactly what a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_8" id="p_8"></SPAN></span>
collection was. And the Butterflies felt
quite proud because Johnnie Green was
going to busy himself with them.</p>
<p>Later, when the field people discovered
that collecting Butterflies meant catching
them and sticking pins through their heads,
the Butterfly family became greatly excited
and worried. And as for old Mr.
Crow, he was very glad that Johnnie had
not decided to collect him and his relations.</p>
<p>Well, if you had been in Pleasant Valley
that summer, on almost any fine day
you might have seen Johnnie Green running
about the fields or the flower garden
with a butterfly net in his hand.</p>
<p>He had made the net from a barrel hoop
and a piece of mosquito netting, to which
he nailed an old broomstick for a handle.
And for the first few days when he started
making his new collection he didn't visit<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_9" id="p_9"></SPAN></span>
the swimming hole once. When his father
asked him to do a little work for him—such
as feeding the chickens, or leading the
old horse Ebenezer to water—Johnnie
Green was not so pleasant as he might
have been. He complained that he was
too busy to bother with the farm chores
just then.</p>
<p>But Farmer Green told him to run along
and do his work.</p>
<p>"You'll have plenty of time to play,"
said Johnnie's father.</p>
<p>The Butterfly family was sorry that
Farmer Green didn't keep his boy at work
from dawn till dark. They didn't like to
have to watch out for fear that horrid net
might swoop down upon them and catch
them. They wanted to have a good time
among the flowers without being in constant
terror of capture at the hands of
Johnnie Green.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_10" id="p_10"></SPAN></span>But, strange to say, Betsy Butterfly was
not in the least uneasy. She was so gentle
herself that she couldn't believe anybody
would harm her.</p>
<p>Little did Betsy realize that she was
really in great danger. Her fatal beauty
was sure to catch Johnnie Green's eye.
And though Betsy Butterfly did not know
it, only an accident could prevent her being
added to Johnnie Green's collection.</p>
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