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 The two green and glittering gold bugs then said they would play at something else, so they went to a tall bell flower to swing.

"I will sit inside, and you shall rock me," said the first gold bug.

"No, I will sit inside first, and you shall rock me," said the second gold bug.

So they quarreled as to which should swing first, and in their quarreling they tore a petal of the beautiful bell flower, so they could not swing at all, and there was an end of the matter.

"Tut, tut, what is the meaning of this?" asked an old gold bug who came crawling along just then. "Why do you two green and glittering young things quarrel this bright morning?"

"We cannot play, and we are very unhappy, grandfather," said the two gold bugs. "We do not both wish to play at the same games."

"Silly, silly," said the old gold bug, and as he crawled away, he turned his head about, and he said, "Take turns, take turns. Turn about is fair play."

Now it had never occurred to the two green and glittering gold bugs that to take turns