There was a scream of delight from the birds, and they all gathered around her twittering and singing.
“Now, to the Rose Garden,” said they, and they flew off, with Tina in their midst.
As they went on, the air grew warm and balmy, and the perfume of flowers became stronger. Soon they saw a row of marble pillars, white as snow.
They all alighted, and the butterfly flew toward them.
“You have done well,” it said to Tina. “Welcome to the Rose Garden.”
Tina looked around and saw that she was in the most enchanting place. Myriads of beautiful birds flew about; butterflies of every hue darted here and there, and there were roses—roses everywhere.
It seemed like Fairy-land; and Tina thought it must be, when she saw she still had the fan, and a little fairy face was looking at her from another slat.
THE FAIRY’S FRIENDS.
“I thought I was a bird,” said Tina, “and birds don’t carry fans.”