Publisher's Synopsis
THREE little Fairies sat in the fields eating their breakfast; each among the leaves of herfavorite flower, Daisy, Primrose, and Violet, were happy as Elves need be.The morning wind gently rocked them to and fro, and the sun shone warmly down upon thedewy grass, where butterflies spread their gay wings, and bees with their deep voices sungamong the flowers; while the little birds hopped merrily about to peep at them.On a silvery mushroom was spread the breakfast; little cakes of flower-dust lay on a broadgreen leaf, beside a crimson strawberry, which, with sugar from the violet, and cream from theyellow milkweed, made a fairy meal, and their drink was the dew from the flowers' bright leaves."Ah me," sighed Primrose, throwing herself languidly back, "how warm the sun grows! giveme another piece of strawberry, and then I must hasten away to the shadow of the ferns. Butwhile I eat, tell me, dear Violet, why are you all so sad? I have scarce seen a happy face since myreturn from Rose Land; dear friend, what means it?""I will tell you," replied little Violet, the tears gathering in her soft eyes. "Our good Queen isever striving to keep the dear flowers from the power of the cruel Frost-King; many ways shetried, but all have failed. She has sent messengers to his court with costly gifts; but all havereturned sick for want of sunlight, weary and sad; we have watched over them, heedless of sun orshower, but still his dark spirits do their work, and we are left to weep over our blightedblossoms. Thus have we striven, and in vain; and this night our Queen holds council for the lasttime. Therefore are we sad, dear Primrose, for she has toiled and cared for us, and we can donothing to help or advise her now."
