Capitolo 39
drops on his/her garments of drip.
"Now owes me I go to the humble daisies and blue violets", said Thistle,
"they will be happy to leave in so excellent a Fairy, and I will die in
this cold wind and rain."
This way street he flew, as fast as his/her heavy wings they would bear him/it to the,
daisies; but they was mentioned wisely with the head the heads, and closed their leaves
even more nearby, brusquely saying,--
"Goes away with you, and you don't imagine us we will open our leaves
to You, and he/she spoils our seeds leaving in the rain. It serves her
exactly; to earn our love and the trust, and it refunds him/it from this way
cruelty! You won't find here refuge for one which happy-go-lucky hand
hurt our small friend Violet, and it broke the truest heart that never
strikes in the breast of a flower. We am very angry with you, the bad Fairy;
goes away and hides him."
"Ah", did the trembling Elf cry, "where I can find refuge? I will go
to the violets: they will forgive and they will take me in."
But the daisies really you/they had spoken; the small kind flower was dead,
and his from the eyes blue sisters were crying bitterly on her leaves were grown weak.
"I don't now have friends", sighed poor Thistledown, "and it has to die of
cold. Ah, if I had but I minded Lily-bell, it is probable that me coop now dreaming
under of the leaves of some flower."
"Others can forgive and you/they can love, close to Lily-bell and Violet", says
a faint, sweet voice; "I don't have for now any small gem protect, and You
you/he/she can enter here." It was the mother of rose that has spoken, and saw of Thistle
as pale the bright leaves were grown, and as the slender stem it was
arched. You grieved, ashamed, and asking himself/herself/itself to the flower is forgiving
words, he placed his/her tired head on the breast that he had filled with pain,
and the fragrant leaves were attentively folded up around him.
But he could not find rest. The rose strove him to comfort him/it; but when
she imagined him you/he/she was sleeping, thoughts of his/her stole of lost gem in, and