Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott

beside him, went the Spirits; and then forth sprang little Sparkle,

waving a golden flower, whose silvery music filled the air. “Dear

Thistle,” said the shining Spirit, “what you toiled so faithfully

to win for another, let us offer now as a token of our love for you.”

As she ceased, down through the air came floating bands of lovely

Air Spirits, bringing a shining robe, and they too told their love

for the gentle Fairy who had dwelt with them.

Then softly on the breeze came distant music, growing ever nearer,

till over the rippling waves came the singing Water Spirits, in their

boats of many-colored shells; and as they placed their glittering

crown on Thistle’s head, loud rang the flowers, and joyously sang

the birds, while all the Forest Fairies cried, with silvery voices,

“Lily-Bell and Thistledown! Long live our King and Queen!”

“Have you a tale for us too, dear Violet-Eye?” said the Queen, as

Zephyr ceased. The little Elf thus named looked from among the

flower-leaves where she sat, and with a smile replied, “As I was

weaving garlands in the field, I heard a primrose tell this tale

to her friend Golden-Rod.”


IN a great forest, high up among the green boughs, lived Bird

Brown-Breast, and his bright-eyed little mate. They were now very

happy; their home was done, the four blue eggs lay in the soft nest,

and the little wife sat still and patient on them, while the husband

sang, and told her charming tales, and brought her sweet berries

and little worms.

Things went smoothly on, till one day she found in the nest a little

white egg, with a golden band about it.

“My friend,” cried she, “come and see! Where can this fine egg have

come from? My four are here, and this also; what think you of it?”

The husband shook his head gravely, and said, “Be not alarmed, my

love; it is doubtless some good Fairy who has given us this, and we

shall find some gift within; do not let us touch it, but do you sit

carefully upon it, and we shall see in time what has been sent us.”

So they said nothing about it, and soon their home had four little

chirping children; and then the white egg opened, and, behold,

a little maiden lay singing within. Then how amazed were they,

and how they welcomed her, as she lay warm beneath the mother’s wing,

and how the young birds did love her.

Great joy was in the forest, and proud were the parents of their

family, and still more of the little one who had come to them;

while all the neighbors flocked in, to see Dame Brown-Breast’s

little child. And the tiny maiden talked to them, and sang so

merrily, that they could have listened for ever. Soon she was

the joy of the whole forest, dancing from tree to tree, making

every nest her home, and none were ever so welcome as little Bud;

and so they lived right merrily in the green old forest.

The father now had much to do to supply his family with food, and

choice morsels did he bring little Bud. The wild fruits were her

food, the fresh dew in the flower-cups her drink, while the green

leaves served her for little robes; and thus she found garments in

the flowers of the field, and a happy home with Mother Brown-Breast;

and all in the wood, from the stately trees to the little mosses

in the turf, were friends to the merry child.

And each day she taught the young birds sweet songs, and as their gay

music rang through the old forest, the stern, dark pines ceased their

solemn waving, that they might hear the soft sounds stealing through

the dim wood-paths, and mortal children came to listen, saying softly,

“Hear the flowers sing, and touch them not, for the Fairies are here.”

Then came a band of sad little Elves to Bud, praying that they might

hear the sweet music; and when she took them by the hand, and spoke

gently to them, they wept and said sadly, when she asked them whence

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