Capitolo 78
you praise his/her song.
"Now", it said the Regina, "you call Moon-light and the to Pass here the summer-wind of,
for them you/they have seen a lot of pleasant things in their long vagabondages,
and it will tell gladly us them."
"More cheerfully desire we do ours best, dear Regina", it said the Elves,
as they folded up their wings close to her.
""Now, the to Pass the summer-wind", Clear of moon said cultivates Your turn it comes, you sit
here and it ventilates me while I say this history of
THE DREAM OF SMALL ANNIE;
OR,
THE DELICATE FLOWER.
In a great and pleasant small garden Annie sat alone entirely, and
she seemed very sad, for drops that were not dew fast it fell on the
flowers close to her that it looked at wonderingly on and it bent nearbyer still,
as if theirs craved to console and to comfort her/it. The warm wind lifted on
his/her bright hair and he/she slightly kissed his/her cheek, while the sunbeams,
seeming very kind in his/her face, small rainbows done in his/her torn wounds,
and it lovingly lingered around her. But Annie didn't pay any attention to sun,
or he/she leaves without breath or flower; he/she anchors the bright skin of torn wounds, and she forgot
all but his/her pain.
"Small Annie, tells because you cry", it told a low voice his/her ear;
and, looking on, his/her child saw a small figure that is standing on a
life-leaf to his/her side; a beautiful face smiled on her, from among
bright locks of hair, and the bright wings were folded up on a white and
bright bathrobe that has fluttered in the wind.
"Who is, the beautiful small thing?" Cried Annie, smiling through
his/her torn wounds.
"I am a Fairy, the small child and I/you/they have come to help and to comfort her/it; now
tells me because you cry, and allow me to be Your friend", the spirit responded,
as her still smiled kinder on Annie face is asking himself/herself/itself.
"And it is you, then really a small Elf, as I read of
in my delicate books? You ride on butterflies, sleeps in flower-cups,
and alive among the clouds?"