Capitolo 80
"Kind of Or and generous Fairy as me I ever thank her for this beautiful
gifts!" Cried Annie. "I will be true, and he/she listen to my small bell
whenever every can encircle. But will I see her anymore? Ah! if You
it would only be with me, I should be good indeed."
"I cannot now be, small Annie", it said the Elf, "but when
another Spring comes to round, I will be here again, to see how well
the delicate gift has done its job. And now child of goodbye, dear;
is never faithful to the floral and magic wish and You the fading."
Then the kind Fairy folded up his/her small arm around the neck of Annie,
staid a soft kiss on his/her cheek, and, scattering wide his/her wings that shine,
flown singing on among the white clouds that are floating in the sky.
It is small Annie he/she sat among his/her flowers, and it looked with asking himself/herself/itself the joy
the delicate flower that shines on his/her breast.
The pleasant days in Spring and summer passed away, and in
the autumn garden of small Annie blooms you/he/she was blooming everywhere,
with the sun of every day and dew that he/she anchors it grows more beautiful and bright;
but the delicate flower that would be due to be the loveliests of everybody,
suspended pale and bending himself/herself/itself on the breast of small Annie; its fragrance seemed
completely gone, and the clear one, low music of its bell of thick warning encircled
in his/her ear.
When first the Fairy put there it, she had been pleased with
his/her new gift, and for once the delicate bell respected, and it often tried
to win some fragrance from the flower, from kind and pleasant words
and actions; then, as the Fairy said, she found a sweet reward in
the strange one, soft perfume of the magic flower as shone on her
breast; but selfish thoughts would come to try her/it, she would produce,
and discourteous words fell from its lips; and then the flower bent him pale
and scentless, the delicate bell mournfully encircled, Annie would forget
his/her best decisions, and it is again a small selfish child, stubborn.
She finally tried more, but it grew angry with the faithful flower,