When the Princess Daffodil was a month old, the King and Queen gave a great party in the Palace for the christening, and the Fairy Mumruffin was invited to be Godmother to the little Princess.
“She is a good fairy,” said the King to the Queen, “and I hope she will give Daffodil something that will be useful to her. Beauty or Wisdom or Riches or—”
“Or Goodness,” said the Queen.
“Or Goodness, as I was about to remark,” said the King.
So you will understand how anxious they were when Fairy Mumruffin looked down at the sleeping Princess in her cradle and waved her wand.
“They have called you Daffodil,” she said, and then she waved her wand again:
“Let Daffodil
The gardens fill.
Wherever you go
Flowers shall grow.”
There was a moment’s silence while the King tried to think this out.
“What was that?” he whispered to the Queen. “I didn’t quite get that.”
“Wherever she walks flowers are going to grow,” said the Queen. “I think it’s sweet.”