He did not break any of the stalks, or bend them down and
step on them; he passed between them, and they yielded on either side.
The wheat-ears were pale gold, having only just left off their green, and
they surrounded him on all sides as if he were bathing.
A butterfly painted a velvety red with white spots came floating along
the surface of the corn, and played round his cap, which was a little
higher, and was so tinted by the sun that the butterfly was inclined to
settle on it. Guido put up his hand to catch the butterfly, forgetting
his secret in his desire to touch it. The butterfly was too quick--with a
snap of his wings disdainfully mocking the idea of catching him, away he
went. Guido nearly stepped on a humble-bee--buzz-zz!--the bee was so
alarmed he actually crept up Guido's knickers to the knee, and even then
knocked himself against a wheat-ear when he started to fly. Guido kept
quite still while the humble-bee was on his knee, knowing that he should
not be stung if he did not move. He knew, too, that humble-bees have
stings though people often say they have not, and the reason people think
they do not possess them is because humble-bees are so good-natured and
never sting unless they are very much provoked.
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