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Flower Fables

The Frost-King: Or, The Power Of Love
THREE little Fairies sat in the fields eating their breakfast; each among the leaves of her
favorite flower, Daisy, Primrose, and Violet, were happy as Elves need be.
The morning wind gently rocked them to and fro, and the sun shone warmly down upon
the dewy grass, where butterflies spread their gay wings, and bees with their deep voices
sung among the flowers; while the little birds hopped merrily about to peep at them.
On a silvery mushroom was spread the breakfast; little cakes of flower-dust lay on a
broad green leaf, beside a crimson strawberry, which, with sugar from the violet, and
cream from the yellow milkweed, made a fairy meal, and their drink was the dew from
the flowers' bright leaves.
"Ah me," sighed Primrose, throwing herself languidly back, "how warm the sun grows!
give me another piece of strawberry, and then I must hasten away to the shadow of the
ferns. But while I eat, tell me, dear Violet, why are you all so sad? I have scarce seen a
happy face since my return from Rose Land; dear friend, what means it?"
"I will tell you," replied little Violet, the tears gathering in her soft eyes. "Our good
Queen is ever striving to keep the dear flowers from the power of the cruel Frost-King;
many ways she tried, but all have failed. She has sent messengers to his court with costly
gifts; but all have returned sick for want of sunlight, weary and sad; we have watched
over them, heedless of sun or shower, but still his dark spirits do their work, and we are
left to weep over our blighted blossoms. Thus have we striven, and in vain; and this night
our Queen holds council for the last time. Therefore are we sad, dear Primrose, for she
has toiled and cared for us, and we can do nothing to help or advise her now."
"It is indeed a cruel thing," replied her friend; "but as we cannot help it, we must suffer
patiently, and not let the sorrows of others disturb our happiness. But, dear sisters, see
you not how high the sun is getting? I have my locks to curl, and my robe to prepare for
the evening; therefore I must be gone, or I shall be brown as a withered leaf in this warm
light." So, gathering a tiny mushroom for a parasol, she flew away; Daisy soon followed,
and Violet was left alone.
Then she spread the table afresh, and to it came fearlessly the busy ant and bee, gay
butterfly and bird; even the poor blind mole and humble worm were not forgotten; and
with gentle words she gave to all, while each learned something of their kind little
teacher; and the love that made her own heart bright shone alike on all.
The ant and bee learned generosity, the butterfly and bird contentment, the mole and
worm confidence in the love of others; and each went to their home better for the little
time they had been with Violet.
 
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