Capitolo 3
you disturb our happiness. But, the dear sisters, don't see her how tall
is the sun getting? I have my locks to curl, and my bathrobe to prepare
for the evening; therefore I must have gone, or I will be brown as
a leaf faded in this warm light." Then, gathering a small mushroom
for a parasol, she flew away,; Daisy followed soon, and Violet was
left alone.
Then her spread afresh the table, and to him the busy ones fearlessly came
ant and bee, cheerful butterfly and bird; also the blind and poor mole and
humble worm was not forgotten; and with kind words she gave to everybody,
while each knew anything of their small kind teacher; and the
love that its his/her own bright heart has done likewise shone on everybody.
The ant and bee learned generosity, the butterfly and bird
the appeasement, the mole and the trust of worm in the love of others;
and each was all right to their house for the small time that they had been
with Violet.
Evening came, and with him it gathers of Elves to recommend their good Regina,
who, made to sit on his/her mossy throne it anxiously reputed the crowd
under as which the bright wings and bathrobes that rustle sparkled
very-colored flowers.
For a long time she of rose, and among the deep silence he/she spoke this way:--
"Dear children, don't do us pneumatic of a good job, hard although it is
and fatiguing; you think about the many small hearts that in their pain
you look for to us I help. What they are able the green earth is without his
beautiful flowers and that that a solitary house for us! Their beauty fills
our hearts with brightness and their love with tender thoughts.
Does owe us to let them to die uncared for then and alone? Them damage
to us all of them; owes us not to incessantly get tired himself/herself/themselves, that they is able
does bloom in peace inside their calm houses? We have tried to earn
the love of the austere Cold-king, but in vain; its heart is hard as
his/her his/her own frozen earth; any love can melt, any gentleness returns him/it to
light of the sun and to rejoyce. As then we hold our fragile flowers