Capitolo 8
and grieving himself/herself/itself. But he drew nearer the dark mantle on his/her breast
and he/she coldly answered,--
"I cannot grant Your prayer the small Fairy,; it is my wish
the flowers should die. Goes up again to Your Regina, and tells her
what I cannot produce my power to arrange these foolish flowers."
Then Violet hung the garland above of the throne, and with tired foot
gone again on, out in the cold, dark gardens, and he/she anchors the
gilded shades followed her/it, and wherever they fell, flowers bloomed
and green leaves rustled.
Then it came to the Cold-spirit, and under of their cold wings the
flowers died, while the Spirits annoyed Violet to a minimum, dark cell,
saying as they left her/it to them, that their King was angry that she had challenged
to be when he had him he/she offers goes.
Then entirely alone she sat, and sad thoughts of its happy house returned
to her, and she cried bitterly. But soon it came to visions of the kind one
flowers that die in their houses of forest and their tinkling of bawls
in his/her ear, imploring to save them to her. Then she cried more,
but what would come patiently attended.
Soon the gilded light weakly sparkled through the cell, and she felt
few expresses sending to call help, and tall on among the heavy cobwebs
suspended poor few flies fighting to free them, while them
hostile cruel they sat in their nets, while looking at their pain.
With his/her wand the Fairy broke the ribbons that have contained them, softly the border
on their broken wings, and it recovered their wounds; while they placed in the
warm light, and it weakly hummed their graces to their kind distributor.
Then she went to the ugly brown spiders, and in kind words
says their, as in Fairy Earth their relative rotated the whole cloth of elf,
and in return the Fairies gave them food, and then as happily them
he/she lived among the green leaves, while rotating garments for their neigbbors.
"And You also", it said her, "it will rotate for me, and I will give her
best food that defenseless bugs. You will live in peace,